"Probably Hell." Trakal replied.
 Mihoshi looked a bit disturbed at that.
 "Don't worry." Trakal reassured her. "I won't forget to send you a postcard."
 "Oh, okay." Mihoshi smiled, feeling relieved. "Have fun!"
 Trakal groaned inwardly. Have fun?
 "Trakal," Tokimi told him, "it's time to go."
 Trakal nodded and stepped through the portal which suddenly appeared
before Tokimi.
 Makiya tried to run after him, but was restrained by Ryoko, Ayeka, and
Yosho.

	The bitter cold and stench of death assaulted Trakal's heightened senses. He shivered 
for a moment, then gritted his teeth and snarled.
	A white face appeared in the darkness. Cold and evil but strangely beautiful. She 
regarded the Draalthi with wicked amusement, the way a mean-spirited child might regard a 
butterfly before he pulls off it's wings.
	Trakal recognized the face. There was no doubt, this was the being he'd been dreaming 
about.	
	He stepped forward, his fur bristling. "Your son murdered everyone I cared about in the 
Galaxy Police." He snarled "I won't let you kill my new family."
	She reached down, lifted him until they were face to face, then gazed into his eyes. Her 
look was one of pure hate. The impact was very powerful, indeed, but Trakal did not 
flinch from it. Suddenly there was a sharp pain as a tiny jaw with three rows of razor 
sharp teeth sank into his muzzle and tore a small patch of flesh and fur from 
him.
	Another nip, this one at his shoulder. At first, Trakal thought she was eating him 
alive. But each of the deadly mouths bit only once. Kain's mother drew them away and 
smiled at her handiwork. Trakal's fur was soaked with his own blood. Then she sent every 
one of the tiny mouths back out of her body on their long filaments. Sent them boring
into the holes they'd bitten into his flesh. Trakal arched his back in and cried out in 
agony. A  thick mass filled his mouth nearly suffocating him. 
	He struggled to free himself, but it was useless. Finally, he slumped in her grasp. 
Having stopped fighting, he noticed that she was, indeed, eating him. Eating 
his life-force to be more exact. The tiny mouths imbedded in him were slowly draining the 
blood from his veins. But they were doing so with incredible slowness. They allowed his 
body to make new blood faster than they drained the blood already in him. At this 
controlled pace, Trakal realized, she could feed off him for the rest of his life. Trakal 
closed his eyes, and simply hung there in her grip as the mouths continued to drain his 
blood at their torturously slow pace.	
	For hours, the feeding continued, unabated.
	Kain's mother smiled at her new food supply, relishing the 
taste of his blood. "Delicious." She decided.
	"Enjoying your last meal?"
	Kain's mother looked up from her feast and saw the three goddesses standing there.
	"Fools," She scoffed at them. "You should know by now that I am undefeatable! You've 
tried and failed before. And you will fail again."	
	"Not this time." Washu replied.
	Kain's mother lashed out with her deadly power.
	But nothng happened!
	"What the?!" She snarled in surprise. She tried another attack, but it, too, failed.
	Kain's mother looked down at Trakal, whom she was still feeding from. In that moment, 
she realized the truth.	
	"A Draalthi-Juraian hybrid." Washu confirmed. "You've been ingesting Jurai blood for the 
last few hours.	
	"NO!!!!" Kain's mother screamed as she hurled the former operative's limp body across 
the plain. As she prepared to purge the tainted blood from her system, the goddesses 
assaulted her with their incredible power. She let out a final scream as their powers 
awakened the Juraian cells in the blood she'd been drinking. There was a moment in which 
her body pulsed, like a giant heart. Then, she exploded!	
	Tokimi retrieved her avatar. Then, she and her sisters returned to Washu's lab.	
	Tokimi laid Trakal's dying body on the floor at Tanaka's feet.	
	"He did well." She told the girl "You should be proud of him."	
	"Please, don't let him die." Makiya wept.	
	"Washu," Tokimi told her sister. "I believe he's your patient."	
	Washu nodded and turned her gaze onto the wounded Draalthi.	A soft golden halo enveloped 
Trakal's entire boy. It throbbed, shifted, and vanished. 
	When it was gone, Trakal's body was fully healed and he was once again, human.
	"I really wish you'd make up your mind what species I'm  supposed to be." He complained.
	Makiya hugged him warmly, as the others all laughed.

	

	

Lt. Trakal
Operative of the Galaxy Police SIU