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This story was made in two topics. Some of the areas were edited to fit together better. Otherwise, it's completely untouched.
-------Jane Burns-------
A note on format- The **s denote actions, while "" are sometimes used to mark speech, or in one case to mark Quoting. Good job Jane --Angel
------------------------The Story of the Stolen Sword---------------------------
Sargatanus Walks into the Officer's Club Bar carrying a large, finely detailed, imposing sword
"Anyone recognize this? It was found near an ancient and sacred Salrilian city almost ten thousand years ago. The Salrilians believed it belonged to their porgenetors, and that it could shape destiny. And seeing as how it is a tool that could never possibley be used by them, there was a prophesy, thousands of years older than the Oracular Net, that a being would rise and and deliver them to true enlightenment, and that this would be in his hand. It has been passed in secret to every Haruspex since it's discovery."
Looks up with an egotisticle smile
"And guess who was just elected as Haruspex. My friends, this would not have happened without your efforts in the Ring siege. I believe a celebration is in order. So until the end of the night drinks are on me."
Everyone seems elated except for Sundered Angel
Slowly turns from his seat at the bar, fixing Sargantanus with an unreadable gaze. All "drunkness" fades from his movements.
Ah, the legendary Sword of the Lightbringer. If I recall my legendlore correctly, the prophesy also states that in the hands of the Living Stones, it will be the end of life in our galaxy.
Extends a hand to the sword.
"Mind if I examine that?"
A half drunk, muttering soldier turns around, an expression of horror on his face
"Does this mean that I have to do what you say?"
Sargatanus respondes in a giggle "Yes and no. The way you take orders won't be that different."
To Sundered Angel, showing him the sword. I'm very familiar with the Living Stones tale. It was stated that if one of them should get ahold of the sword that only "the one born of flesh and bound to risic (ancient Salrilian form of bronze) could stop the destruction. The figure was also refered to by pointing to (from the surface of Salril) the star "Gathahisk," which by the way, we know as Sol. The way I see it, the Living Stones could easily have represented the computers making up the Oracular Net. It makes sense, the computers were constructed of superconductive alloys and silicon. Most of which are mined in one form or another. The latter figure seems almost obvious. A being bound to bronze from Sol. Well, bronze could quite easily represent any metal, since it was the only one the Salrilians could work with at the time the prophesy was told. I was born on Earth, in the Sol system, and turned into a cyborg when the slugs wanted to see if humans could make decent soldiers and officers. Seems some prophesies are more than just fairy tales.
Anyway, what I find interesting is the writing on this sword. It bears similarities to some of the early writings on Cantharis, and these figures are almost identicle to the writings of the mystery cultures of Atlantis and what not from Earth. What can you make of them?
Sundered Angel takes the sword from Sargantanus and holds it to the light. As you watch, Sundered Angel frowns. His eyes flash red, and crimson fire flows in delicate tracery down the runes, new runes appearing as it goes.
He looks up at Sargantanus.
"This sword is dangerous. I'm taking it to ensure it doesn't fall into the wrong hands..."
Then he rises and strides out, whereupon Sargantanus almost has a fit. Salrillian guards appear from the shadows and give chase, but Sundered Angel moves impossibly fast. As a commotion ensues, Sundered Angel briefly appears beside Jane.
"Have a few drinks on me. But I'd steer clear of the Devil's Breath." Moments later, Sundered Angel was gone.
Jane blushes and pulls her cap off letting her hair down. A sudden wave of euphoria sweeps through her. Quickly looking at Commander Cicion, Jane asks inquisitively "You wouldn't happen to have Duploi beer, would you?" Seeing Commander Cicion's blank stare, she shrugs her shoulders. "Heres the chemical composition." Jane opens her jumpsuit to pull out a small chip from her inner pocket. She lays it on the counter, and sprints out of the room after Angel.
Cicion picks up the chip and registers it in a nearby computer. " Ah, Yes. I have this, but I don't recall what it was..."
A couple officers try to quell the crowd in light of the recent robbing. Sargatanus is struggling to break his way through the crowd which just started to throw fists. Some start fighting due to their overwhelming lack of control from drinking. A couple of guys fought it out in a nearby corner. One of the men suddenly seized the oppurtunity of catching another off gaurd. Thinking he'd be stiff drunk, he gave a wild swing at the burly man. Suddenly, the private found himself being hurled through the air by the other. Landing on the countertop, Cicion pinned the guy down. As the comotion ensued, Sargatanus squeezed his way through and past the gaurds. An outburst of wrath heated his way to Sargatanus's ship.
As Sundered Angel's fighter streaks away, the riot subsides. Seeking answers, Cicion double checks with his security. Hits a button on his wrist pad, and is teleported to the bridge of the Radiant Flare. "Time for some deep-space pirating fun." The Flare disappears into Omni-space.
Out in space, a Sal carrier is on patrol. Suddenly the Radiant Flare drops out of Omni-space directly in front of it. The carrier fires its bolt rod but the bolt hits the Flare's intercepts and shorts out. Fighters are launched. The explosion of the Flare's intercepts hides it from view until it appears again with its guns trained on the carrier. The Flare's main gun fires. The crimson bolt sizzles through space and impacts on the carrier, damaging its bridge and putting it out of commission. The carrier's fighters are picked off by the Flare's main turret except for one which slips through and does some damage before it, too is destroyed by turret fire. Three platoons of Taeskors board the carrier and take it over. A piloting crew boards and flies the carrier back to the bar. Then the Flare disappears into Omni-space. It reappears moments later in a different part of space entirely, near a small fighter. Open a channel. "Aye, sir. Channel open." Hello, Angel. How are things out here?
Several hours later, Jane walks into the bar laughing and talking with a co-pilot.
"...So, I got onto the ship, and two minutes later I was reading his mind again. Before he knew it, I had telekinetically taken his sword, and jumped into a fighter wing which promptly brought me to the Salrilian homeworld. After three hours of inspection, the Divine Slugs of the Salrilian temple concluded that the sword was a fraud! Anyway, at least they found out that it was the nefarious PrÃ-TÅ™mbÄ™ Sword of Despair, and I don't think Angel would've needed that."
The co-pilot and Jane laughed and drank some more before getting on to business. "What'bout this last component we salvaged from Andromeda?" He asks. "Put it up for grabs..." she said as she kept her eyes pinned to the pad. Co-pilot, Rawc, stands up on his chair and begins to yell out an anouncement to the crowd "Comrads! How'bout a drink'n contest for a Grand Prize of Kinetic Quantum Drive?" The crowd begins to laugh and cheer. "Hold ye'r liquor, and da last man standing... WINS!!" A rythmic beeting ensues as aliens bang on tables and cheer for the prize!
Meanwhile, Jane slips through the crowd, over to Cicion. "Duploi Beer?"
Synthisizes the drink for her "There you are."
As the crowd clamors and cheers for the next contestant, Jane realises something much to her dismay. She reread the latest star map report. Sundered Angel seemed friendly enough, and extremely easy to mind-read and persuade to take the sword back- Too easy. Obviously, without a reason to flee, Sundered Angel should have returned here like the bar-loving rogue he seems to be. But all reports have him fleeing deeper into Gaitori space. Is it possible that a mistake has been made? Far away, Sundered Angel pulls out the real sword from its hiding place, laughing softly to himself as the stars streak away behind him. Jane found herself perplexed by what she was sensing. She quickly realized the false sword she had recovered was a mere disguise that Sundered Angel had made and that he was in serious trouble. Leaving her drink on the counter, Jane rushed to her craft. Activating the neural interface, Jane guided the ship out of the atmosphere and raced the ship across the galaxy.
In the meantime, the crowd in the bar began to clamor at the young cadet seated in front of Rawc. Rawc bellowed out a laugh full of gusto and lightheartedness as he proceeded to stand up and congratulate himself on winning another drinking contest. "I'll drink till I got at'a least one of you bet'n me." saying in his Scottish accent. Immediately, the crowd began to escalate their wagers and pick out a new contestant. Then, a thought struck him. His commander wasn't drinking at the bar anymore, and she'd left him without notice. He groaned and fell down on his chair in a daze. Suddenly, drinking so much wasn't such a hot idea with him anymore.
Sundered Angel's holo-image appears on the deck of the Radiant Flare.
“Greetings Cicion. You gave me a bit of a shock there. I forget the potentials of that Omni-Drive you mount. I suppose you're here in lieu of Sargatanus?”
The little fighter drops out of the near-impossible speeds it was moving at and pulls alongside the Radiant Flare. Onboard, a crewman addresses Cicion.
“Sir! The Angel has disappeared from all but visual scans!”
“Not surprising, Ensign. The fighter has a sensor masking system. It is probably too small to hold a full cloaking device like the one the Radiant Flare has.” Turns back to hologram. “Angel, perhaps you'd like to come aboard? Here are the jump coordinates.” Lists cords. Sensor officer looks up from her console. "Sir, Gaitori patrol of three cruisers in a line approaching!" “Raise shields. Activate cloak.”
The Flare disappears from Angel's view. He has not been spotted yet. He sees the cruisers, in a straight line, head towards where the Flare used to be. Suddenly the first is crushed from front to back, then its remains go backward and crash into the second, which is crushed, and the third as well. The Flare decloaks, with the remains of the cruisers floating around its nose.
“Always liked to use the cloak and ram tactic. Now, would you like to come aboard?”
A ship looking like a larger, darker, elongated version of the Angel fighter warps in. It hails the Radiant Flare
"Cicion!" Beams Sargatanus' distinctly sharp voice. "What brings you to this isolated plot of space? Unless it's those beautiful plasma waves being sheared by that binary star system, but I suspect not."
"We picked up a strange warp signature from a ship similar to yours. Which raises the question of why are you in a fighter?"
"This is one of the prototype variants of the Angel design. This particular one is called the Epyon. It's now the fastest ship in the Salrilian fleet. The only one that can catch up to Sundered Angel, who I assume you ran into. Did you by any chance catch where he was heading?"
Actually, I had just invited Angel to come aboard. Perhaps you would like to as well?
Cicion realizes that while he was talking to Sargatanus, AngelÂ’s fighter has disappeared. After considerable searching, a faint tachyon distortion trail leads away... Heading through Gaitori space, straight for Earth.
Notices the Gaitori fleet on the sensors
What the hell? They must not realize that I'm with you. The Gaitori may not be fond of the Salrilians, but they certainly wouldn't want an armed conflict. In any event I need to intercept Sundered Angel. There's just something about him having that sword that irks me. Listen, I don't now what he's up to but I won't be able to get a sizable fleet here for a few hours. I will probably need your help. He's headed for Earth and my ship is faster than his, but I will need to spend some time punching a hole in the blockade. They won't be more than a nuciance; this ship is more agile than they can possibly imagine and it has the most powerful shields and cloaking device I could squeeze into it. If my hunch is right, than Sundered Angel will be headed for the Gaza Strip in Egypt. I suggest we rendezvous there. Assuming you're willing to assist of course.
As Sargatanus prepares to warp after Angel another ship enters the system. It's Jane.
A voice comes over the comlink “Jane, you understand Sundered Angel better than I do, but I need to pursue and don't have time to explain. Talk to Cicion.” The Epyon then shoots off faster than any of the present ship can follow
Jane materializes on the Radiant Flare's bridge. She walks over past Cicion to a console. "Do you know who notified the Gatori? Where did Sargatanus go? Oh, darn!" Jane didn't stop for a second to look at Cicion. She just raced across the control and sensor boards with her hands looking for answers. "Either way, I hope your ship is ready for battle. I'm not leaving, yet." Sweet drips from her chin as she glares at the looming fleet. "They're going to pay."
Cicion is confused for a moment, and then realizes her Duploi half breed. Remembering the Gatori invasion, Cicion has a heart to help her situation. Jane looks up at Cicion trying to read his mind "Good luck Cicion." Saluting the Commander, Jane vanished in a wisp of light.
Her ship's weaponry activated, and the light coming from her ship began to bend away from her ship in every direction. As the ship grew darker, it disappeared from all scanners. Ready for battle.
At the Blockade
Jane finds herself in the wake of a destructive skirmish. Fresh debris in an almost perfect circle marks where Sargatanus blasted his way through the Gaitori fleet. Two tachionic warp signatures show up on her sensors. One about ten minutes old, and the other not more than ten seconds old; both of them headed for Earth.
At the UNS border "I'm sorry sir, but we cannot allow military ships enter our space without notification from a head of state from the government the ship belongs to." Crackles a voice over Sargatanus' radio (for lack of a better term).
"I AM THE HEAD OF STATE!!! And I gave you notice about twelve parsecs ago! And just to let you know, I happen to be pursuing a wanted and extremely dangerous criminal!"
"That may be true, but once he crosses into UNS space, he's under our jurisdiction. If you want to file a grievance with the department of justice we could start an investigation as soon as one week maybe t-"
"He has stolen the most sacred and powerful artifact in Salrilian space and quite possibly the known galaxy. And as long as he has it, he is in my jurisdiction."
"...any government official has that exclusive right, but the fact is that we have a hard time believing that the Salrilian Haruspex would travel alone in a fighter craft, which for all we know could easily just be some form of civilian ship."
"You are aware that the Haruspex is now a human right?"
"So we have heard."
"And you are also aware that all military technology is forbidden on Salrilian civilian ships as well correct? And that the Salrilians have the best internal security force in the galaxy right?"
"Again that's what we've been told."
"Then tell me what Salrilian civilian ship can do this..."
*The Epyon opens fire on the border probe, destroying it before it can respond. Something that no single, light military ship of any galactic power could do before. On the UNS end of the radio only confusion can be heard."
"I'm also going to notify you that Fleet Admiral Verad will be trailing me with the 7th fleet, and Phylydion High Commander Cicion will be jumping in shortly behind me. He should already be within your sensor range. Make no mistake, I'm not trying to start an interstellar incident, and if the same applies to you, I suggest you let me go about my business. I will be headed for Earth, at the Gaza Strip."
As a wing of Gaitori carriers move against Jane and Cicion, and Sargatanus is let past the border by grudging UNS Authorities, Sundered Angel stands in the depths of a pyramid, holding a flaming torch in one hand and a gleaming black sword in the other. He translates the hieroglyphics aloud, eyes glowing in the darkness.*
"And from the darkness, a star shall fall, burning. It shall be followed by more, and they shall fight the fallen god for the prophesied sword, and shall take it from him."
Sundered Angel pauses, and frowns.
Apparently this effort of mine shall fail. They? Surely Cicion and Jane will not help Sargatanus against me? I see chaos in the future...
"And though the evil ones clash and war, the good one shall eventually prevail. The good one shall take the sword, and wield it, and defend the galaxy from this time of Strife."
Sundered Angel looks up, and his eyes flash red, mouth forming a single word name as he runs from the pyramid, to where the Sargatanus has arrived from his pursuit.
Meanwhile at the confrontation, a roguish grin flashes across Cicion's face, his Han Solo side showing.
“Good, a little practice. Bring us up to attack speed, Lieutenant. Activate cloak.” The Flare shimmers and disappears from all sensors and visual contact. “Arm weapons. Turret gunners, fire at will.” Several Gaitori cruisers fly right past the Flare and are blasted into oblivion by its main batteries. “Target that carrier and fire main guns!” The main cannon on the ventral fin spits three crimson energy blasts which disable the carrier. The other two main guns take out its gunship escorts. Suddenly a large force of gunships fire their atomic pulse guns at where they think the Flare is, and where it is, too. In a burst of speed, the Flare, as fast and maneuverable as a Y-wing fighter, shoots away at just the right moment and all of the pulses collide, creating a spectacular explosion. The Flare zigzags through the fleet until the Gaitori lose any idea of where it is. Until, that is, the Flare rams a carrier and causes its reactor to go critical. It takes several seconds to explode, but before it does it gets off a missile. The missile slams into the Flare's shields, and although it does little damage it shows where the Flare is. A squadron of HVD's get off several salvos. "Sir, shields at 90%!" “Microjump, now!” The flare disappears into Omni-space and reappears so quickly that it might as well have teleported. It reappears in the midst of the fleet. “Missile cloud, now!” The Flare fires twelve large missiles from its missile tubes, which each split into six more, which each split into eight more, which each split into five more. Each missile seeks out a target and destroys it. The fleet is in total disarray, with ships colliding and debris everywhere. “All right, get us on Sargatanus's tail.”
A multicolored shroud engulfs the Flare as it enters Omni-space and flashes towards Earth.
As Cicion jumped out of danger, Jane was caught up in the fight. Having been hit by one of the missiles Cicion had fired, Jane’s ship had lost its cloaking device and with it its shields. As the Gatori were closing in on her position, a voice crackled over the comlink “Jane is th-t yo-?! Than- -od I fou-d y-u...” The power was dying off inside the cabin. Jane quickly sprinted out of her seat and over to a body array. Straining out the last deciquad of energy from her engines, Jane managed to rematerialize herself on Rawc’s fighter class ship, the ‘Fray’. “Glad to see ya again!” He gave her a full fledged hug, and then put her back on her feet. “Now, do ya want me fly’n or follo’in?” “I think I’ll take it from here.” She plopped herself in the pilot’s seat, and glanced back at Rawc “Thanks.” “That’s my service, but’a- watch out! ” The Fray was beginning to enter the debris field. Suddenly, a plan was building itself in Jane’s mind. Without delay, Jane opened a computer link with her ship. Sending faulty data, Jane directed her ship to induce a spatial implosion. At the same time, Jane armed the Fray’s Plasma Coagulator. Flying straight through the debris field, the Fray got right over her ship, and at the precise moment, Jane dropped two Plasma discharges into her ship. A blinding light of energy exploded behind them incinerating everything in its path. Waves of lashing plasma struck just about anything with a metallic signature. In seconds, the fleet and debris field were vaporized, and the Fray was gone in a flash.
As the sun slowly began to sink below the horizon of earth, a small vessel glided through the clouds. “That should do it. We’ll be there in a couple minutes.” Jane said as she turned on the autopilot. “What are ya go’in to do once you get there?” Rawc asked, turning his head to her. Seeing she wasn’t piloting anymore, Rawc jumped over to the controls “What’d you do!?” Jane quickly slided out of the pilot seat. “I-I only turned on the autopilot. What’s wron-” The ship suddenly speed up as they approached the landing site. Rawc struggled with the controls for a second or two, and finally managed to turn off the autopilot. Slowing the ship down, the two sturdied themselves back up on their feet. “Look, you go on ahead. I’ll fix this piece’o’bog.” Rawc kicked the wall panels with a bit of distaste. Jane, a little out of breath, responded “Ok. Well... I’ll see you... later.” She zipped up her flight suit and prepared to open the door.
Sundered Angel wanders into the last tomb before the exit. Ancient faces seem to glare at him from the decaying wall.
"You are an enemy here." If he didn't recognize the voice he would've sworn it came from one of the glyphs.
"So are you if you blasted your way through the border." Sundered Angel replies as he wields the sword.
"You didn't leave me much of a choice." Sargatanus steps into the light of the torch. "Look, I don't know what your motive is for this, but you can't stop destiny, and I will get that sword from you one way or another. You're one of my closest friends and it would be a travesty if only one of us left here."
Jane lands, fresh from the skirmish with the Gaitori, at the mouth of the third pyramid. The usually soft voice of Sundered Angel, and the sharp articulate voice of Sargatanus can be heard escalating from the entrance
Inside, the arguing has ceased and giving way to a high paced scuffle that the best martial arts masters could only dream about. Within seconds it seems that Sundered Angel has won hands down, throwing Sargatanus across the tomb. But from the look on Sargatanus' face when he stands up, this hasn't even begun. "I have to admit that I'm impressed but you're forgetting the main reason I was constructed in the first place." With that, Sargatanus gets in a stance and throws his head back. Something seems to overwhelm his body as his mouth foams and muscles seem to double in size almost instantly. He looks forward with a look of pure rage. He lunges. Before Sundered Angel can react he's been hit... hard. His back slams against the wall so hard it makes a crack clear up to the ceiling. Sargatanus throws his arms back and a long sharp blade protrudes from each elbow. He lurches back for the final blow- "STOP!!!!!"
The yell was too loud and registered far too fast to have been physical. Sargatanus freezes in his tracks as Jane runs into the tomb. Sundered Angel's eyes glow red as the surprise of Sargatanus' attack wears off. He rises to his feet, listening intently, the sword glinting in the partial light of the tomb. Above them, in the shadows, Cicion hangs by his feet from a statue, listening in. His Phylydion physiology allowed him to slip in unnoticed. He waits. And above, the Radiant Flare orbits the planet, cloaked.
“The prophesy! What about the prophesy?” Sundered Angel’s eyes jumped around Sargatanus’s form, panicking. “What about the prophesy?!” asked Sargatanus in sudden confusion. Sundered Angel quickly brought the sword round in pure defiant rage. Seeing Angel’s attempt at catching Sargatanus off guard, Jane dove in between them. As Angel brought the sword down, Jane was cut from armpit to hip right down the side. Suddenly, Angel screamed in utter angelic torment “No!! Why? But... how did-” Sargatanus quickly darted past Angel grabbing the sword from his side and running down the corridor. Jane’s eyes twitched as she was barely able to keep them open. Angel fell on his knees in pure astonishment. Just then, heavy footsteps beated down the passageway. As Jane began coughing up blood, Rawc stood at the doorway also dazed by what he saw. “Fulfill the prophesy.” She coughed up another clump of blood. Rawc snatched a pattern enhancer from his satchel, and placed it on Jane’s sleeve. Angel's eyes glowed red. He hissed “Fix her up, Won’t you?” As Rawc began to dematerialize with Jane, he answered in his reassuring Scottish tone: “She’ll be good as new. Ya just catch that guy, ya hear?” Angel, with greater fury and vengeance, bolted down the torch lit hallways after Sargatanus.
Cicion silently drops from the statue into another shadow. None has noticed his presence. He observes Jane's healing and turns his head towards the hallway that Sargatanus and Angel ran down. He draws his tiny, concealed flare bolt pistol and bolts down the hallway as quickly and silently as a poison dart. He sees Angel and follows him, darting from shadow to shadow like an assassin. He continues down the hallway after Angel. As Sargatanus exits the pyramid, he looks up to see a dark figure framed by the dying light of the setting sun. It's Sundered Angel- But how did he move that fast? He holds up a hand.
“Wait, Sargatanus, I have one last thing to tell you.”
Sargatanus pauses, ready for anything from the enigmatic character. Sundered Angel smiles, and motions to the sword.
I have decided to let you take the sword. The future is already set in stone, indeed, it was set in stone before you walked the soils of this fertile planet. And it says will should fight over the sword, and we have. And it says that, in the end, the sword will be wielded by neither of us. And thus is how it should be. Enjoy your power while it lasts, Haruspex. For it will not last long. . .
He turns, and disappears into the shadow of the pyramid, as the sun sinks to its bed. His presence can still be felt, however, and Sargatanus knows Angel can hear him. Meanwhile, Cicion is a blur running silently out of the exit that Sargatanus and Angel went out. He jumps and lands in a crouch behind a rock. He peeks up and only sees Sargatanus. He cannot see, smell, or hear Angel. His cheek slits open, and his sensing tendrils extract. He's here , Cicion thinks. I can feel him. Cicion stands up.
“What's going on, Sargatanus? Why is Angel masking his presence, and (his eyes narrow) why are you holding that sword?”
He puts on a burst of speed and runs at Sargatanus, who believes he is being attacked and drops into a defensive stance with his sword at the ready. Instead, Cicion ducks and grabs the sword by the flat areas. He runs a little farther and thrusts the sword into the ground. As Cicion slides past the sword, he readies himself with his elite training. Sargatanus stands there, stareing back at Cicion with ardor in his eyes. Sargatanus begins to advance Cicion, and Cicion bolts for Sargatanus. In one short millisecond, angelic powers suddenly sent Cicion hurtling into the dirt. Sargatanus, lifted the sword from the ground.
"This chapter is over." He says somberly as he turns towards the Epyon and holsters the sword in his back. "Let's just put it behind us."
Agitated and confused, Cicion marches at Sargatanus
"Wait a minute! What the hell just happened in there? I dragged myself all the way from the bar to this bit of dirt and I demand answers!"
Sargatanus whirls around with his familiar grin "A difference in opinion. And that's all you need to know. What occurred, and what was said between Sundered Angel and myself was for us only." With one lightning quick bound Sargatanus boards the Epyon and shoots off, leaving Cicion in complete rage and confusion.
Muttering expletive words, Cicion snatches a communicator from a pocket. “Bring me up! And see if you can track him...“
Back aboard the Fray, Rawc hovers over the stricken Duploi. Monitors read serious but stable. A voice comes over the communicator, it's source point is the Epyon: "Will she be alright?"
"She'll be out for a few days, but I wager she'll be alright. But d'ya mind tellin' me what went on down there? What is so important about yer clamor?"
A pause
"Jane knows. If she feels that you should know she will tell you."
The transmission ends and Sargatanus speeds off for Salrilian space.
Sundered Angel floats aimlessly in quiet contemplation. His thoughts turn to Jane. Suddenly a shocking thought occurs to him.
"Or maybe..."
(This message has been edited by moderator (edited 05-13-2000).)
Just a little note: I cut off the last few replies to this story because this ending sounded so much better. I hope the rest is either written by us, again, or I'll do it myself.
Enjoy!
------------------ No Guts, No Glory.
One thing, Jane. I don't synthesize drinks. I make them the good old fashioned way, with pure, quality-made imported ingredients that I mix myself.
------------------ -Traek Cicion of the Taeskor
"Never tell me the odds!" -Han Solo
That crap sounds more like a chat room log than a story. COME ON, that's even worse than Slug's "stories".
It doesn't take any **** Tracy to figure that one out
------------------ I've twice been conquered. Three times more. Never again shall humanity purge me. And never the pfhor. -Durandal
You know, Ambrose, I'm beginning to see why a lot of the other people here don't like you.
Ambose is probably just letting lose his anger on us because he couldnt find any dates in a beastiality chat-room.
Dont even think about b i t c h ing at me Ambrose cause you deserve every bit of insult that goes to you. Your going the way of the dinosaurs Ambrose, just like GarbageMan and all those other ass-holes.