SABRE BLACK:Legacy of the Widow

                  BY

Jiro Maeda and David(fido)Lindquist


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Prologue: Spinning the web


Another boring day, here I am staring at my
monitor with nothing to do.  It had been two
months since Sylia left on another ' vacation'
and things were back to what seemed to be
normal, everything except me. I know I'm not
that good a fighter but I miss being Sabre Pink,
battling boomers with Linna, Priss and Sylia.  Me,
Nene Romanova, the girl who hates to train, who
never gets past level 4, misses fighting as a Knight
Sabre. If Priss could hear my thoughts, I think she
would be laughing like a lunatic by now.  I sigh as
I encode several pages worth of reports into the
central computer, things couldn't get any
worse....could they? Suddenly, my musings are
cut short as my name was called in the intercom,
the chief wishes to speak with me.  My friends
whistle the "funeral march" as I head straight for the
chief's office.  I enter the room with much hesitance
and I see him, the person who replaced Chief
Vannete sitting there looking so forlorn, I decided to
announce my presence. "You wanted to see me sir?" I
asked, my voice was shaky, and why wouldn't it be?
My mind kept suggesting several reasons why I was
summoned, half of them connecting with the Knight
Sabres. My waking nightmares ended when he spoke,
a grim tone emphasizing the bad news, "Nene, I
received some very disturbing news, apparently your
Aunt Natasha is dying and she wishes to see you right
away.  I'm going to allow you two weeks of berievment
leave...with pay, after all we wouldn't wish one of our
leading contributers to think that ..." I expected that I
was found out, that Lisa still had a spare photograph that
wound up in one of the lead papers, that I was being
fired for hacking into the system, but I did not expect
this....I didn't hear the rest of what the chief was saying
as I closed the door behind me.  I walked towards my
consul, I didn't notice my friends asking me if I was all
right.  Once I got to my booth I finally lost it, I cried my
heart out as my friends tried to console me.  It was so
embarrassing, but the tears just won't stop, my mind
can't help but replay the phrase over and over
again... Aunt Natasha Romanoff is dying...My Aunt
Natasha is dying...She's dying

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David Lindquist
fido@rma.edu
UNKNOWN=You can either be the master of your future or a slave 
to your past. It's your call."