HI 
I decided to release what I have in an effort to correct the mistakes
in it and to get some C&C on it. Enjoy!(It's a rough draft)

 FAN FICTION: Nightmares and Dreams
        BOOK 1:Bubblegum Crisis
       STORY1:Sylia's Choice

                 by

         David Lindquist
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Disclaimer:Bubble Gum Crisis and all characters thereof are
 the copyright of AIC. All rights reserved.

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FORWARD: This is my second fanfiction

     This story takes place one week after BGC video no.6(Red Eyes).

Thank you and enjoy!

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   Sylia's Choice     

        Settling into her warm bath, Sylia Stingray was unusually
concerned. *I hope this works,* she thought. *I've tried almost 
everything else and I still can't relax.* Every night since their  
battle with Largo a week ago, Sylia mind was assaulted with 
nightmares. She would wake up numerous times during the night 
sometime barely stifling a scream. She tried swimming in her 
private pool in order to remove the tension that she felt was 
causing her troubles. Sylia quickly realized that it wasn't working. 
In desperation, she decided to try one of her mother's stress 
relief techniques.Taking long, hot baths had been her mother's 
second favorite way of relieving stress. Her mother insisted on a 
large bathtub when Sylia's parents moved to Megatokyo. In order 
to get the tub, Sylia's father paid for it from his own pocket. Those 
baths were also one of the few memories she had of her mother. *I 
loved it when mother and I took those baths together,* she 
thought, slowly twirling a finger in the water. "Beep.......Beep!" 
Her enjoyment of those memories was interrupted by the ringing 
of the video phone. Sighing, she retrieved the waterproof remote 
control from its place and pointed it towards the one way audio-
visual-phone entertainment center that was embedded in the far 
bathtub wall. Pressing the caller id button the screen immediatly 
identified the caller. *Mackies calling from Raven's garage? I 
hope he isn't overworking himself.* Sylia pressed the accept 
button. The screen instantly changed showing the image of a 
greased stained, sweaty, concerned looking Mackie.
    "Sis? Are you okay? I'm not getting a visual on you," Mackie 
said.
     "I'm fine," Sylia said."I am just taking a bath."
    Sylia watched as her brother's eyes glazed over and an silly grin
formed on his face.
    "You're ...ah  completely nude then" he stammered out.
    " As I recall, that is how a bath is normally taken," Sylia said,
just barely keeping the irratation out of her voice. * I wonder if he
is ever going to grow out if that,* she thought as she watched her 
brother try to compose himself. *I'd better find out what he called for
before he says something I will make him REALLY regret.*
    "What did you want to talk about, Mackie?"
    "Well....um... I got the..ah...old equipment fixed except for the ......
fourth item. Ah..... That'll have to be totally.... err... replaced, but 
if we need the others we'll have them," he nerviously said.
        *At least he hasn't totally lost his senses.* Sylia thought.
      After their final battle with Largo, Sylia decided to upgrade the
security systems at all the Knight-Sabres facilities. Until they were
set up she had instructed the other members not to say anything about
their work unless it was face-to-face.
       "Anything else?" she asked.
       "Uh....I wanted to remind you that Priss will be getting
out of the hospital tomorrow afternoon. From what I've heard, the 
hospital  will be glad  when she's gone. 
   Sylia smiled at that remark. *Priss must be getting back to normal
 then,* she thought.
      " Oh...almost forgot..," Mackie said, bring Sylia's attention 
back to the view screen," I'm going to be spending the night here.
It's okay with Doctor Raven. There's a project I want to finish up. 
Unless....ah..... you need me?"
        "No. That is alright," Sylia said." Just don't overdo it."
*I'd better check the changing room for hidden cameras 
tommorow,* she mentally noted. She then said,"If that is it then
good night Mackie."
         " Pleasant dreams, sis." he said before he closed the 
connection.
          " That's what I'm hoping for Mackie,"Sylia whispered as 
she pressed the disconnect button, closing the connection at 
her end. She layed in the tub for a few minutes then she pressed 
the button that set the timer alarm .* I'd better set the alarm, just
in case,* she thought, After she put the controller back Sylia 
retrieved the wet, folded washcloth she had prepared beforehand. 
* Maybe I will be able to get at least get some rest tonight.* Sylia 
thought as she laid back, put the wash cloth over her eyes, and 
relaxed................

 *Wha....?*
*Where am I...?*
*How did I get here?....*
*Who was that?.....WHO AM I?!*
     "Sensei? Are you okay?"
  Lifting her arm from her eyes, Sylia slowly sat up from her futon
and looked at her student.
      "Yes Nene-chan, I'm fine. Just a nightmare," she said.
      "A nightmare before this important a battle?" Nene said, with 
a worried look on her face. "That is a bad omen. A very bad omen."
      "Is it almost dawn?" Sylia asked irritably.
      "Hai, sensai," Nene replied.
      "Go awaken the others. After you all have eaten, prepare the
horses. I wish to leave as soon as possible. I will eat in here."
       " Hai sensai," Her orders recieved Nene stood up, gave her teacher
a low bow and left the small chamber.
       Sylia watched Nene leave with a slightly guilty look on her face. *I'll
have to apoligize to her later,* Sylia thought as she watched Nene close 
the sliding door. A slight rumbling in her stomach broke her train of 
thought. *I had better get something to eat.* After shifting to a kneeling 
position, Sylia placed both her middle fingers down to her palms then she
brought her hands together. Bowwing her head slightly she spoke.
" O' GREAT COTTAGE, " Sylia said "PLEASE GRANT THIS UNWORTHY
PERSON SOME NOURISHMENT SO I MAY FACE THE DAY!" 
       As she finished her incantation a globe of white light slowly glided 
down to the floor. The instant the globe touched the ground  it transformed
into a bamboo serving tray with a bowl of rice, some fish, a teacup, some 
utensils and a kettle of tea, all ready to use. 
" My thanks," Sylia said moving towards the food. *Adding the ability to 
produce meals to the origami cottage was definetly one of my better 
ideas,* she thought as she poured the steaming tea into her cup. 
Putting the kettle back and beginning to eat her meal, Sylia's mind began
to review what had sent them on what could be their final battle. It had 
all started four days ago. The Knight Sabers were in the western most
part of the Shou Lung empire. They had just destroyed a group of 
Bakemono bandits that were raiding villages in the area. Settling at a
inn on the outskirts of one of the villages, they were sitting in a corner
of the main tavern splitting up the spoils from the battle.
          "This will bring some good coinage from a jewler," Linna said, 
examining a gold and diamond bracelet.
           "Is that all you can think of Linna? " Nene asked a slightly 
irritated look on her face. "Money."
           "It's better than dreaming about some hansome samurai to
come along and sweep you off your feet!" Linna responded.
            "Let's not go into that conversation again, okay?" Priss interupted,
the pain of her hurt ribs showing on her face. "Damn, who would have 
thought that the runts could hit so hard."
             "Your ribs still bothering you?" Sylia remebered saying.
             "Yes," Priss replied "Very much."
Sylia reached into her small pouch and pulled out a small blue vial. Leaning 
over the table they all were sitting at she handed the vial to Priss.
              "Here," she said " Drink this."
Priss carefully took the vial from Sylia and drank it. After a few moments
the tension in her body seemed to relax and a relieved look cross her face.
              "What was that stuff Sylia? I feel great!" Priss said.
               "A healing potion, " Sylia replied. "I picked it up at Chi lun."
As the others continued to talk Sylia looked around the the room. She 
was the first to notice the five men entering through the outer door. Four of
them wore full O-yorio armor but each one carried a differant weapon. The
first one carried a pair of katanas similar to her own strapped in an X 
formation on his back. The second carried two kamas hanging from his 
belt. The third carried a large battle axe while the fourth had a chu-ko-nu 
and a pair of sias. She reconized their demeaner instantly. * Samurai
bodygaurds,* she thought, *but I can't make out who they are gaurding.* 
 Her attention turned to the fifth member of their group. He was dressed 
in a black hooded robe that covered the figure from head to toe. *Why 
do you look so.....familiar?* she thought. Just then one of the samurai 
turned towards their table. *Now I can find out what clan has their 
loyalty.* Sylia got a good look at his helmet insignia. Her anger flared 
at the sight of the golden letter G that was on the helmet. 
               "Sylia? What is it?" Priss asked.
               "Genom Guard," Sylia replied. Her attention never leaving the five
men as they walked towards the barkeep.
                "Here!?" Linna said her and Nene's conversation silenced at
the mention of their greatest enemy.
                 "Prepare yourselves," Sylia said "but don't draw your weapons
 unless I say so. Understood Priss?"
                 "I thought he was going for his sword!" Priss said defensively,
releasing the catch that held her ninja-to in it's scabbard.
   Linna readied her razor chain, smiling slightly at Priss's outburst. Nene
ignored the conversation as she gathered some spell component for quick
access. Her eyes never leaving the five men, Sylia undid the holding cord
that kept her katanas in their scabbards. She watched as the man in the
black robe pulled a small pouch out and handed it to the katana wielding
samurai. The samurai walked to the barkeep and leaned over the bar. As
he talked to the barkeep Sylia noticed that the barkeep's face went
white and he began to sweat. The samurai finished talking, handed
him the pouch and walked back to the robed man. The barkeep looked at
the pouch for a few second, grabbed his coat that was hanging behind him
and half walked/half ran out the door. After the barkeep left the robed man 
began to walk towards their table. He stopped when one of the other samurai
started to walk with him. He turned and said to the samurai ; 
                 "It is allright, Mutako, they will not harm me."
  Sylia recognition of his voice was instantainious. *Lord Quincy?*she thought
*Why would our worst enemy come to us alone and be so sure we will not kill
him?* As Sylia's mind pondered her own question, she watched Lord Quincy
walk up to their table. 
                         "Greeting, Sylia-san" he said he then reach up and pulled his 
hood back. The other three Knight-Sabres were momentarily shocked at sight 
of Lord Quincy. They quickly recovered and each of their faces showed the 
hatred the Knight-Sabres felt for him.
                         "What do you want?" Sylia said "I know you didn't come
all this way just to give us your salutations."
                         "True," he replied. "On behalf of the emperor, I wish to hire
you."
                         "When hell freezes over!" Priss barked out. Sylia turned and 
stared at Priss. They looked at each other for a few moments then with a 
disgusted expression on her face, Priss broke eye contact, folded her arms 
across her chest, and slouched slightly in her chair. Smiling, Sylia turned 
her attention back to Lord Quincy.
                          "Though I wouldn't had put it quite that way," Sylia said, her
smile fading." My opinion is the same as hers."
                          "Even if it means the final destruction of Mason?" he replied.
Sylia couldn't hide the surprise at the mention of his name. Maison had been their
most persistant enemy,  attempting to kill them on more than one occasion. The
final straw came when one of his attempts missed them and killed friends of
Linna and Priss. They tracked him to Hibiki Castle with the intent of avenging 
them and settling their fued once and for all. The battle was the most intense and 
bloody the Knight-Sabres had ever participated in only ending when Sylia drove 
Kotetu, one of her katanas, through Maison's chest. Then as a warning to others, 
Sylia cast a spell that collapsed the castle on top of his corpse. Her mind refused 
to accept the possibility that he lived.
                          "Impossible," she said matter of factly, "Mason is dead."
                          " I thought so too," Quincy quietly spoke then he gestured with
his left hand towards the table set next to them. "Please, can we talk privately and
let me present my suspicions to you. I am willing to pay you for the time."
 Sylia thought for a few seconds then rose from her chair and walked to the other 
table followed by Lord Quincy. Sylia sat down at the side of the table with her back 
towards the other Knight Sabres. Quincy sat at the table's head, his back to his own
samurai. Sylia reached into the same pouch she kept her spell conponents in and 
pulled out a small timeglass. She set the timeglass on top of the table with the sand 
in the top.
                          "You have until this," she spoke, pointing towards the timeglass,
"runs out to convince me."
   Sylia watched as Quincy's face turned a dark red and his eyes became slits. He
sat there, glaring at the timeglass for a few seconds then he turned and looked at
Sylia.         
                  "Very well," he said as his face beginning to return to normal. " Two 
weeks ago the village of To Lon was destroyed by what we thought was a bandit 
raid. We sent the 5th Genom Light calvary battalion to deal with the problem. The 
village was leveled to the ground and the heads of the village leaders were impaled 
on pikes."
                  "What happened to the other villagers?" Sylia asked.
                   "Butchered," Lord Quincy replied emotionlessly "The commander sent
 a scouting party to backtrack and find the attackers point of origin."
                  " Let me guess," Sylia interupted. "The trail lead to Hibiki castle."
                   "Yes," he said. "Apparently something blasted its way out of the rubble
and started destroying whatever crossed its path."
                   "What makes you think it was Mason?" Sylia asked. 
 Lord Quincy reached into his robes and pulled out a small pouch. He untied the 
drawstring then flipped it upside down spilling out a golden ring onto the table. Picking
up the ring, he handed it to Sylia for her to inspect.
                    "That," he said pointing at the ring, "is my biggest reason." 
Sylia examined the ring closely. It had small diamonds arranged in a circle around the 
setting. The setting was a medium sized ruby . Sylia examined the ruby and saw the
letter G embedded in the top.* It's his ring,* Sylia confirmed mentally.
                     "It was found near the temple ruins at Satome." Quincy said drawing
her attention back to him. " We believe that he is there."
                     "That only proves that someone might have done some graverobbing," 
Sylia quietly contested, the doubt forming in her eyes. Quincy drew in a long breath 
and let it out slowly. He gazed straight ahead almost as if Sylia wasn't even there.
                      "Madigan disappeared the night we recieved word of the massacre."
 It was then that Sylia began to believe him. *Madigan and Mason were lovers up to
his death,* She thought. *She also didn't take the news of the emperor's refusal to 
grant the Genom clan the right of vengeance against us very well either. If anything
would make her leave her lord his return would be it* Sylia then noticed that the sand
in the timeglass had almost run out. *His evidence is weak but my instincts says to 
believe him,* she continued ,*In any case it is worth investigating.* Sylia reached out
to the timeglass and took it from the table. She returned it to her pouch. 
                    "I want one-half million Ch'len for taking the job," she said gazing directly 
at Quincy. "You can keep the money for this talk. It proved .... interesting." 
Lord Quincy raised an eyebrow at her words then reached into the folds of his robe
and retrieved a pouch and scroll. 
                     "You will need this to pass the garrison surrounding the temple and here is your fee." He placed the two item on the table near her. "I figured you would charge me double your usual rate so I had this made up."