% Well, trying to get my email working properly is a true pain, both with the old and the new. For the time being please send emials to the old sommer@3rdm.net address (and if you're feeling particularly generous, carbon copy it to the sommert@connecttime.net address too. It would help me to know what messages are getting through and which are bouncing.

% Nugar wrote:

$Woohoo! Finally, I find out what happens?

% Yes, you will. You�ve been waiting paitently long enough.

General Miguel Fuentes grunted in annoyance as he stood outside the 
door of what any casual observer would call a palatial mansion. As 
befitting a mansion, it stood on a sprawling estate whose size was more 
suitable for farming enough food to feed hundreds rather than for 
personal use. Technically it wasn't his. It was owned by the Danube 
planetary government, and was to be used only by the Supreme Commander 
of System Defense, which was an elaborate way of saying 'the guy in 
charge of maintaining the planet's orbital defenses'. It was a rank 
Miguel had held for the last fifteen years, and would be until the day 
he died, which was

$, coincidentally enough, tomorrow.

% Heh

The same thing that happened to the economy happened to the military. 
It had grown exponentially, swelling in size and allowing young up and 
comers like Miguel to shoot through the newly expanded ranks like a 
Sarram Missile streaking through the atmosphere. His rise to power 
ended when he became the SCSD upon the previous one's retirement.

$Wonder if there were any suspicious curcumstances involved in the 
retirement.

% Nah. Just a normal one. First draft went into more detail about it, but then I realized it was useless information and cut it. Not like the current SCSD is going to be around for much longer. 

Now Miguel led a life of, while not idle wealth, one of impressive 
resources at his fingertips. One of his favorites was the expanded 
staff that came with the position of SCSD, including twenty people 
assigned to the mansion's grounds. They took care of all his everyday 
needs.

$What about the every OTHER day needs? Private harem, anyone?

% He�d have to get that on his own. 

There wasn't a thing he
had to do, other than chew his food.

$One presumes YSC keeps him around to do something. 

% Actually, they don�t have run the military per se. They just call on them for favors, usually using the shiny new equipment YSC donated to them. 

That staff was also the source of Miguel's irritation as he waited 
impatiently on the doorstep. Someone was supposed to have opened the 
door for him when he approached, like they always did. There was always 
a guard stationed at the inside of the door to screen guests and admit 
Miguel when he returned from whatever drew him away from his home. 
Instead, for the first time since attaining his position, no one was 
there to admit him. Sgt. Hooper should still have been on door duty 
tonight, if he recalled correctly. She was really going to be 
reprimanded for her lax attitude regarding one of the few duties 
assigned to her. Discipline had to be maintained, after all.

$Someone needs a spanking.

% Not in this fic. Maybe in more of those Realities lemons or Sextacular or some such. Though right now I�m just trying to get this computer up and running and trying to learn something about it. Very time consuming task since I have to work as well. :P

thoroughly agitated, he deigned to open the door himself and walked 
inside, intent on tracking down Sgt. Hooper and tearing her a new 
asshole before her demotion to private second class.

$Sheesh, it's much easier to get another woman than to try to make new 
holes in the old ones.

% But that wouldn�t be the military way. J

She'd spend the rest of her career
cleaning latrines. That was one thing the military had kept as a 
holdover to the old days: plenty of latrines to clean as punishment for 
dereliction of duty.

$Lots of walls to scrape down and slap on quarter inch coats of anti 
corrosion paint, too.

% That too.

Miguel, having seen holograms of it less than an hour ago: Anton 
Scorphious.

$Ah, Doctor Scorphious, you have penetrated my lair, doubtlessly in an 
attempt to secure my aid in your crusade against your brother. Well, 
good luck with that. Bye. *runs*

% Heh. Miguel doesn�t wait that long. He runs for it as soon as he sees there�s danger.

By all rights that should have been enough to consume all of Miguel's 
attention, but there was something else in the room that made Anton as 
irrelevant as gum on the bottom of the SCSD's boot. No hologram did 
Zeiram justice. The huge monstrosity stood at Anton's right, like a 
giant butler waiting for instructions, though odds were they would be 
of dismembering guests, rather than hanging up their jackets.

$And the butler always turns out to be crooked, too.

% Heh.

in the sergeant's uniform. While it was humanoid in shape, and 
approximately the same height and weight as Hooper, it was hardly 
human. Green mottled flesh, three yellowed eyes, and an 'O' shaped 
mouth that seemed to lack a discernable jaw, though it was ringed with 
sharp teeth, dominated its face.

$The eyes and teeth were actually the only new addition, considering the 
Sergeant's usual duties.

% Yuck. That paints such a� picture.

<snip>

sitting on one's thumbs and rubber stamping anything that came across a 
desk. It sure as hell was better than sitting in a guardhouse in the 
dead of night with nothing to do other than watch the stars twinkle.

$Heh. That's an excellent little passage. Nicely ironic.

% Thanks. I thought I needed something to connect that to the hanger scene. Originally I had a longer version thought of, then realized this was better. 

Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

"Damn it, Bob! Can't you go faster?" Kei complained.

$Two spaces before you.

% Used grammar recommendations, as always.

"I can go a little faster for a few minutes, burn out our primary 
engines, and then take six days to finish the trip," he shot back.

Kei cursed and slammed her fist on the control panel.

$The Creeper spiraled out of control into the sun.

% That would be a rather unpopular ending, methinks.

"Oh, crap," Yuri slapped her hand to her forehead.

$Yuri said, slapping her

% Nah. I try to avoid �dialogue� indicators when possible. The action should do fine standing on its own. I�ll make the comma a period.

"There wasn't a problem until just now." Even Bob's digital voice was 
acerbic.

<snip>

"You know, if you keep pacing like that, you're going to wear a hole 
through the deck plating, and then our air will get sucked out and 
we'll implode," Killgore said.

$Others have commented on the 
implode/explode/vacuum-sucks-your-guts-out-your-ass-so-fast-it-looks-like-you're-a-rocket-with-a-brown-exhaust-plume 
debate. 

% Nod. Will adjust.

<snip>

Anger was replaced by bewilderment. "What?"

"I'm not bullshitting you," Killgore insisted in what was obviously 
sincere tones.

$Of which I'm sure he's a master. Of course, the reader knows that he 
really is, thanks to the consistent trail of clues you've scattered 
through this story. Good job.

% True. Omnicient direction help us know things Iria can�t.

"All my life, breaking up with you was the only thing I've ever really 
regretted."

$Well, that and the three week bender where I woke up at the end married 
to Britany Spear's cloned head in a jar.

% Blech. Blech I say.

"And getting together with you was the only thing I've ever really 
regretted," she said testily.

"I'm being serious," Killgore said, all but pleading with her. "I'll 
admit, I was young and made a lot of mistakes. I was stupid and didn't 
appreciate what we had. I'll be perfectly honest, I wasn't even that 
bothered by the break up at the time. I thought it would be just like 
every other relationship I had and move on. But it was never the same. 
Not with any woman I've been with ever since. Not the women like you. 
Not the ones that were the complete opposite of you, and everything 
in-between. I never felt anything for them like I did for you.

$Aww. Cross would be crying right now.

% Nah. He�s a big boy. He�d just chalk it up to experience. 

guest suite and eliminate her with extreme prejudice. Regard her as a 
Class 1 threat. Get confirmation on the kill, meaning I want a body 
that can be ID'd.

$Yeah, I agree with some of the others that this seemed a little 
unrealistic. DNA works wonders, so as long as they don't use a 
phosphorous grenade or a high powered laser or some sort of plasma, 
there'd be SOMETHING left.

% Body parts, then.

Tosh rolled his eyes. "This is such a waste. All of this manpower for 
one chick that doesn't even know we're coming, even if she his armed."

$Yeah, it is kinda a waste. Two squads to die needlessly as they 
attempt to kill a main character who's only possible death is either old 
age, a tragic disease, or Zeiram himself?

% The sad fate of those red shirts. I kind of like the Galaxy Quest thing that did with that and I think it was Rockwell�s character.

"And with any luck, will already be unconscious by the time we hit the 
room."

"You're having Control pump it full of somna gas?"

"I prefer unconscious targets to conscious ones that can shoot at me,

$Poor guy, he's got too much sense to be cannon fodder.

% Or so he thought. Actually, they�d have been fine if it hadn�t been for Iria�s bug. 

Having already stopped, Iria peered at the rectangular yellow object 
she held in her hand. It was slender but twice as long as her palm, 
with a small video screen in the middle.

$PDAs haven't died yet.

% Some things will be with us forever.

Kwon laughed "I heard 'The Maw' eats at least one cadet per graduating 
class just to keep them on their toes."

$That's just survival training. It's good to see that Dr. Lecter's 
feild guide to survival is still widely read.

% Heh

"Sacrifices must be made," Milgrew quipped at one of the more infamous 
phrases the Admiral had made during the course of her career.

$Of course, he was referring to summoning a Great Old One as a tactical WMD. <snip>

% I still want to have the Magic User�s Club summon one one of these days. 

The mini-computer found the proper setting and jacked into the system. 
With the late SCSD's pass codes,

$Yeah, we all knew that was going to happen.

% What? The main bad guy lie to get what he wants? I�m shocked. Shocked I say.

shaped like a human, that was where the similarities ended. It was a 
true monstrosity, with lumpy pustules, like exterior tumors, running 
the length of its pink skin. Its head was worse, a rounded dome with 
four yellow pupiless eyes that weren't even remotely symmetrical. On 
the ends of its hands were long claws that were shaped like miniature 
tusks, thick enough to gore their way through five centimeters of 
steel. Looking at the abomination made her want to vomit. Nature 
couldn't have created this beast. There was only one thing in the 
universe that could give birth to something that was so hideously 
wrong.

$This just begs for a tasteless celebrity joke.

%  Heh. The world is not only full of professional celebrities, but thanks to �Reality TV� it�s manufacturing tasteless amateur ones now too.

forced to hide out in a fertilizer silo, meaning she was buried up to 
her neck in animal dung for two days. It marked the last time she 
accepted a job involving farmers of any kind.

$although she did emerge with extremely soft, supple skin. Killgore had 
loved it, and couldn't stop touching her and licking her, at least until 
she told him what she'd been doing.

% Ewww. 

Kicking the body to the side, Iria reloaded her pistol. The presence of 
the creature changed the situation drastically. Eradicating Zeiram took 
precedence over everything else, including hunting down Killgore. Her 
ex-husband would just have to live with being second on her 'to kill' 
list.

$Killgore: This is why our marriage didn't work. She's too single 
minded of a career girl, she always neglected me.

% Except he had the same career she did.

"Not really," Slapatcha contended. "This is my headquarters. The throne 
of my power. Everything of importance is right here, including the 
center of our satellite intelligence gathering and control. There are a 
thousand different projects that are so sensitive, we didn't dare host 
them anywhere else. There is nowhere in the galaxy, not even our number 
two headquarters in Remont, that we could relocate to that wouldn't 
take years to reconstruct what we have here. And even if we could, 
Anton would just blow that planet out from under us as well. There's no 
point in running."

$He's dead now, nothing to do but roll him over and bury him.

% Err, well, sort of.

He rose from his desk, walking around the edge to stand next to the 
body. Emotionless eyes looked down at the melted form.

"Actually, I am, now," he said in a flat voice. "Congratulations on 
discovering why I'm called Springer."

$Okay, I knew he was going to die and not her, but I didn't see that one 
coming.

% Thanks. Not really any way for the reader to know this one. And I leave it as a dangling loose end as well.

Moving away from the body that once housed her mind, Springer went back 
to the desk and used its comlink to order the emergency shuttle to 
prepare for departure. Losing the old body was inconvenient. She had 
rather liked it, and it was female, but using Slapatcha's would have 
its advantages, at least in the near future.

$Like standing up to pee.

% I�ve used that line before, though. Want to use something relatively new.

Anton pressed the button. Even behind several inches of metal alloy, he 
heard the rush of air from the mass driver's tube as oxygen was hurled 
into space along with the projectile.

$Why was oxygen hurled into space.

% Some was sealed in the cannon. Barrel wasn�t open to space, and it was only recently loaded with the projectile.

Hands trembling in trepidation and delight,
Anton's eyes remained fixed to the weapon's readout as it tracked the 
projectile's course through the short distance in space between the 
platform and the atmosphere. Nothing impeded the projectile's progress 
as it entered the atmosphere, gaining speed from gravity in addition to 
the velocity that


hour's time before the core became unstable and made a rather 
spectacular explosion that would tear the celestial body apart. The 
detonation would destroy the orbital platform as well when chunks of 
the planet were hurled about. A part of Anton wondered if all of the 
planet would be hurled into deep space, or if some would remain where 
it was, forming an asteroid belt that would circle endlessly in the 
path Danube used to occupy.

$Actually, I don't think 'belt' would be appropriate. More like cluster.

% Hmm. Okay.

It mattered little. The first step to galactic revolution and the 
salvation of humanity's collective soul had been taken.

$Not to mention his first sentance in his final dramatic monlogue.

% Heh. Yep. It�s finally coming up.

Now all that was left was to
steal the mass driver, fly away from the platform, and deliver his 
ultimatum to the galaxy. He had no doubt there would be resistance at 
first, but once it became evident he would annihilate anyone that dared 
to continue embracing those soulless corporate entities, they would 
change their minds soon enough.

$That's true.

% Actually he can only take out 8 more or so, but as long as they don�t know that.

A sound from the open doorway alerted Anton to the presence of another. 
He turned and saw a woman dressed in a black body suit and covered in 
white armor standing in the aperture. A long double-barreled pistol was 
in her grip, and some sort of brightly colored substance was smeared on 
her chest.

$War paint.

% Just Zeiramoid juice from the one she shot, actually.

Anton looked at Zeiram in confusion. While it was known the creature 
understood languages, and been theoretically capable of speech, it had 
never spoken before, nor shown any desire to. Anton assumed it simply 
had nothing to say.

$Until now, obviously. And Anton should step back.

% It�s a space ship. There�s nowhere he can get away now. J

Zeiram had never been under his control.

$Well DUH. Everyone saw that one coming.

% I didn�t think I gave anything away on that end. It was just something that could possibly happen.

around it. Pain that even his genius intellect had never guessed 
existed shot through Anton. His hand went reflexively to the wound as 
the white head retreated back into its housing. Anton fell to the 
ground, blood pouring through his fingers like a hole in a dam. 
Awareness left his body.

$Yep, yep. 

% Of course, you can see it very possibly as well.

$I picture Zeiram using him as a hand puppet, the little soldier's arms 
still firing the rifle with zeiram's hand jammed up in the cavity where 
his guts used to be.

% He already did that with the cyborg dinosaur. No sense in repeating himself. J

one doing the throwing. The shrapnel had bit into nearly every inch of 
her body, but none had hit a vital area thanks to her armor.

$Kinda waiting for Kei and Yuri to show up.

% In the end. 

Zeiram issued a low growl. He reached overhead, behind his back. Iria 
waited as he pulled out from his body an object that appeared to be 
sword, one that was the length of his torso.

$He pulled his spine out as a sword? 

% One of them. He has three. 

That's pretty badass. Shinji, 
Tenchi, and countless other anime males need some zeiram cell infusions, 
and maybe they'll grow some spines that strong.

% Heh. And have a desire to destroy all that lives as well.

The device was connected to her gauntlet by a wire so slender it was 
nearly invisible to the naked eye, just like the wires protruding from 
the knuckles spikes. Five hundred thousand amps shot through the box 
and into Zeiram, causing it to scream in inhuman pain. The power pack's 
charge was instantly used up, but it did its job as Zeiram's weapon 
fell from its limp fingers and it fell to his knees on the ground, 
motionless from the damage caused to most of its internal organs.

$It's going to take white phosphorous to finish it, though.

% They�re working on it. She�s a little busy right now.

Iria spotted the shooter as she collapsed on her stomach. "You 
bastard," she slurred out, feeling as though she had emptied several 
bottles of Johnny Walker Fuchsia in the span of ten minutes.

$Johnny Walker Fuchsia Lable.

% Oh? Do I need the �label� added?

Iria limply lay on her stomach, having just enough control over her 
muscles to stare as evilly at her ex-husband as she ever had at Zeiram. 
Couldn't he at least have had the decency to let her destroy the 
monster before killing her?

$Not as dramatic.

% But I contrived a reason too: he doesn�t really want to kill her and is dragging his feet.

Killgore stood over her, muzzle pointed at her face. "Don't feel 
embarrassed, Sunshine. It's not like it's the first time you've been 
lying on your stomach for me. As I recall, it was one of the more (word 
deleted to appease your ISP) positions

% Yes, I know. I�m going to be switching over to this new address. The old one will still be up for a while, though.

$More *****? or ****ier?

%Probably �ier�

you used to fancy."

"Go to hell," she slurred, wishing with all her might she could move 
just enough to kill him. Why hadn't she the sense to rig some kind of 
pulse detonator, so that if she died, she could have taken her killer 
with her?

$Those usually don't work out well for the badguys, so I'd be hesitant 
to use one.

% Dead man�s switch? You could be right. 

"Don't die on me yet," Killgore said enigmatically to the monster. He 
slung second. He then pulled back, looking at the computer display at 
the side. "Good." He put the item back in his belt, pulled the cannon 

>from his shoulder once again, then pulled the trigger three times right 

into the trunk where Zeiram's cyclopean red eye was located. The shots 
blew the trunk completely apart, severing the mushroom-shaped top from 
the rest of the body.

"That takes care of that." Killgore turned from the remains and walked 
over

$HAH! Yeah, right.

% He was *almost* right.

All traces of humor left Killgore suddenly as looked sadly down upon 
his ex-wife. "You know, this is the hardest thing I've ever done. I 
don't want to kill you, Iria. I really don't. But I can't see any other 
way around it."

"I could reconsider your earlier offer," Iria suggested.

$Though the answer would still be the same, she thought.

% True.

Iria looked upon him with fondness, the first since their meeting each 
other once again. "I really did love you once. That's why I hope you'll 
believe me when I say your life depends upon this: look out behind 
you."

$Bah, that old trick? ThatAAAAAHHHH.

% Heh. Actually he can tell she�s telling the truth. Not that it will save him from her.

A blade emerged from his chest, piercing his heart as it drove through 
his body, killing him instantly.

$Or, as instantly as a heart would ever does, with really takes around 
20-60 seconds for even unconsciousness, unless it results in a massive 
blood hemmorage.

% True, but we�ll elapse time since he�s essentially dead.

"You're right. There is no way out for both of us." Iria said, saddened 
by

For the first time since learning of Zeiram's resurrection, Iria truly 
felt she had the upper hand. By now the tentacles had wrapped 
themselves around everything below her breasts,

$Wooo! Hot tentacle lovin'!

% Crushing, actually. 

The head coiled upward like a snake, preparing to descend again, even 
as Iria felt more of her body drawn further into Zeiram. Now it was a 
race against time, either death by absorption or by having her throat 
ripped out. She wagered the head would win, though she'd go down 
fighting to the very last instant, like Gren had.

$And, of course, the last instant is when the others arrive. Because 
this battle was Iria's, after all.

% Yep. She had to be the one to reduce Zeiram to this once again.

Then Iria saw a flash of movement from behind the white head as 
something came into view from over the top of Zeiram. A feminine battle 
cry reached the bounty hunter's ears as the point of a blade suddenly 
appeared through the mouth of the white head of Zeiram. It couldn't cry 
out, and instead just writhed in agony as the blade traveled down the 
length of the neck, all the way down into the creature's brim.

$Uh, just to nitpick, it usually works the other way, like it did in the 
anime. The head is on a long, flexible neck/stalk thing. Starting at 
the base and ripping out works because the neck is stretched straight as 
the blade travels until it splits the head and emerges. Starting at the 
head and going backwards doesn't work because the neck collapses and 
coils. 

% Oops. Good point. Will have to adjust.

The one a young Kei had lifted off Iria on Daojawan during what felt 
like a million years ago. The troubleshooter waved it teasingly before 
Iria. "Now aren't you glad you let me keep this?"

$Iria: Not really, the only reason I was in trouble was because you 
stole that one in the first place.

% Nah. Kei nabbed that one when she was kid, before Iria killed Zeiram ver 1.0. That was her back up, though.

"You could have shot him," Iria contended as Kei helped lift her out 

>from under Zeiram's remains.

"The shot might have gone through and hit you. Hand-to-hand was the 
only way to make sure you didn't get hurt. Besides, I know that's the 
way you took him out last time. I thought it would be cool if I did it 
the same way."

$Yeah. Cool.

% Heh. That�s Kei for you.

They hefted the disc of the monster off Iria at last. As the bounty 
hunter's body came into view, Kei managed a better look at her 
injuries. She winced in sympathetic pain. "Does it hurt?"

"Now that you mention it, yes. Yes it hurts a lot." Iria paused a 
moment to look at Zeiram's remains. "But it was worth it. It was 
definitely worth it."

$Better than sex, because the feeling lasts longer.

% Well, maybe for her.

completed her partner's line of thinking, one they had engaged in far 
too often for their liking.

$They really leave their mark on the galaxy.

% It really isn�t their fault this time, though.

Bob's computerized image suddenly appeared on Iria's wrist 
communicator. "Unless you want to blow up with the planet, I suggest 
you get a move on. It's getting really bad down there."

"Let's move it!" Kei cried out as the trio of women headed for the 
nearest exit as fast as they could.

Xxxxxxxxxxxx

It was only ten minutes later that the Kreeper V flew out of the 
orbital

$Creeper

% You know, the subtitle version I have called it with  K. So I don�t know anymore.

fighter that left the docking bay just as they began heading into deep 
space. The fighter ignited its own afterburners, fleeing the platform 
just as quickly as they did.

$One wonders where Springer is.

% Safely away. S/he was smart enough to leave immediately when things went wrong.

"I like them," Kei insisted.

"They look like bugs," Yuri said, her face matching Mikael's.

$I'd eat them.

% They taste good, really.

"So that's where your awful taste in food comes from," Yuri said.

"I got a perfectly fine taste in food."

$Bicker. Tort. Retort. Good times.

% Yep.

"I doubt if you can taste much of anything considering how drunk you 
usually get at any meal."

"It's a nickname she picked up at some of the office parties. It's 
because she gets drunk on just three wine coolers," Kei teased.

$Yuri: Just drunk enough to let that cute office boy talk me into his 
bed. So there.

% Heh. I�m a major lightweight as well, since I only drink socially, and don�t socialize all that much. ^_^

"Ah, no."

$I expected a line more like "That's the kind of hot contentental 
quaking and explosion Danube just went through, right? Oh, yeah, we're 
going to be totaly platonic."

% Heh. Maybe I should use that one.

doesn't mean you can actually have anything to do with it."

The argument continued on for several hours.

$Then they all ended up sleeping with each other. But that's for the 
omake. This so totally needs an omake.

% Nah. I wanted this to be as it is. I do lots of humor in other stuff.  This as primarily action adventure with some humor here and there.

Leaving the fighter on auto-pilot, Adelpha removed the object from her 
pocket and looked it over. The small cylinder with these 'Zeiram cells' 
was the key to making Adelpha rich. It was only a matter of finding 
someone interested in them and selling them, then she'd be set for 
life.

$Because Zeiram can never truly be killed. Thank god for regen. Wonder 
if Springer could take him over?

% The galaxy hopes it would never find out. ^_^

It seemed every cloud really did have a silver lining.

Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

[Endnotes]

Wow! It's finished. Who would have thought it would take, oh, what was 
it? Five years or so to finish this story.

$Yeah, this rocks. I'm so glad I made it back in time to catch the last 
chapters. This always was one of my favorite continuing adventures.

% Glad you enjoyed it. The muse and my own self-discipline finally finished this. Right now I�m too busy to write, but I think there�s a chance I�ll do a first person Marmalade Boy fic that�s been in my head since I saw some eps of it at Otakon. Then I might try my hand at some original type work. I�ve had a few stories in my head like that. It�ll be a new experience for me.

Sorry it took me so long, but I kept
at it until what you have here is the end. Thanks to all those who 
stuck with it to the end. I really appreciate it.

$Excellent story, of course. Hell, I don't have much to say here at the 
end. I enjoyed it, of course. The ending was good, a little formulaic, 

% Oh, absolutely. There are only so many types of stories that can be done, and this was never really meant to be original.

but it's what you do with it, and you did many fun things.

% Yeah, like you said. It�s all in the execution. 

 Funny in the 
right spots, kinda sad in the right spots, and lots of action. This 
would make a great movie. Heheh. All things considered, I think you're 
one of the best authors out there for writing endings because, you know, 
you actually get some practice writing them. 


% I have been trying to finish my multi-part works. There�s little I hate more than enjoying a story and finding out it has no ending because the author didn�t feel like writing anymore. I want so return on my emotional investment. Don�t you know. ^_^

I would like to see more, 
of course. I kinda expect an omake or some other sort of silly epilogue 
to really cap it off, but you've been working on this for a long time 
and I could see you not wanting to do any more to it for a good while. 

% Nah. The story is ended. I always like to leave them wanting a little more, and I don�t tie things like this up too tightly. There are lots of ends for some characters, and new beginnings for others, while others continue on their merry way. 

What's next on the menu?

% Mentioned in the above.

% Thanks again for all the C+C. It�s appreciated. This one never got much in the way of feedback, so the mileage from something like this goes a long way.

% Thank again. Nice ot have you back.

DB Sommer

-Nugar





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