Chapter Three
Lieutenant Deevra

	�Reports, reports.  This is so aggravating!  I can�t believe Captain
Vi�Gor wants me to fill these reports out in triplicate!� a young man
wearing a strange gray and white uniform complained, typing at a black
volumeless slate floating in the air.  In front of him lay a screen made
of a similar substance.
	�Lieutenant Deevra, sir, the file you requested has arrived,� a voice
said, coming from nowhere.
	�Ahh, finally.  Put it through.�  the man known as Deevra responded. 
Another screen appeared to his right and he shifted his seat to the
direction.  The beads tied to the right side of his hair rattled,
causing his rainbowish hair to shimmer.
	�Lieutenant Deevra.  We have received your request to be assigned to
the case on the criminal assaulting Galaxy Police stations.  Would you
like to hear the details?� A blank human face on the screen said.
	[They�re getting better with the info-gatherers looks but the
personality just rips through!] Deevra thought.  �Yes, I would like to
hear the details,� he said, mocking the computer�s speech and
vocabulary.
	�You are given full authorization for the tracking and capture of the
individual destroying Galaxy Police stations.  We have confirmed the
name and whereabouts of the individual,� and the face paused , waiting,
as it was programmed to, for the information to sink in.
	�Continue, you stupid machine!� Deevra shouted, alarming a dozen or so
fellow GP officers around him with the pitch and intensity of his voice.
	�Very well,� the face said, not reacting at all to Deevra�s shouting,
�The whereabouts of the individual is:  Earth, Japan,� the info-gatherer
said, stopping once again, then restarting a minute and a half later,
�You will be given a fully authorized Retrieval ship, class �A� built
with not only a fully working Inertialess Drive but a Hyperspace
Gateway.  A �Lander� model scout ship heavily armed with five
unidimensional cannons and normal laser and missile pods.  The shuttle
will be carrying twenty �Hostile Atmosphere� suits with equipment to
repair and fully modify them.  15 �Drop Troops� for backup and
assistance.  Two Commando units with their own specialized suits and a
Force Battalion crew of thirty to pilot the retrieval ship and shuttle. 
You will also be promoted to the temporary rank of �Captain�.  If you
succeed in capturing this individual you will keep the rank and
equipment.�
	�Is that all?  Sheesh, it appears they don�t trust me,� Deevra
commented snidely, flicking at his hairbeads with his left thumb.
	�It is my understanding, sir, that this is more than enough to take on
any known hostile life-form in the galaxy.  Excepting KAIN, of course. 
And the promotion is thought to be a sufficient reward for doing so.�
	�I was being sarcastic!  Stupid computer!� Deevra said, swiping a
gloved hand at it, contacting nothing as it sweeped through the screen.
	�That is not very nice, sir,� the face complained, its image wavering
from the static interference of Deevra�s hand.
	�No one has ever had the misfortune of calling me a nice person. 
Continue.� Deevra said in a cruel voice.  Holding his hands behind his
head he slumped back in his chair, propping his feet on the desktop.  A
cuff and sleeve slipped down his wrist revealing his skin to have tiny,
sharp spikes covering his arm in a sparse coat almost like fur.  He
straightened the cuff out and continued to lay back comfortably. 
	�You have been assigned two extra officers, their equipment and
assistants.  A Galaxy police personnel financial specialist named Pheros
and his two specialists.  And a Jurain Royal Ambassador named Ge�Kahl
and his twenty armed bodyguards.  The Jurai Royal Council has agreed to
supply us with a group of �hostile takeover� fighter troops, fully
specialized to combat any threat necessary to help you complete this
mission.�
	�What!?  An accountant and a high-and-mighty?!  Why did they send me
these two?  Who am I going after anyway?� Deevra straightened up,
gripping the sides of his desk and looking straight at the Info
Gatherer.
	The Info Gatherer�s face straightened up, reaching a before-then
nonexistent hand into view in order to straighten a collar that had also
not existed before.  �It appears, sir, that the individual you are
assigned to apprehend is:  Ryoko.�
	Deevra straightened up in his chair, his hairbeads flicking about, and
gnawed his teeth together as he spoke one word, his mouth filled with
pure hatred:  �Ryoko!�

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	Thranx,
		Washyuu's Apprentice:  Truzenzuzex
-Member of #WASHU#-
"It's range is only 200 meters.  It doesn't work like it would in a
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-Washu Hakubi