Bored. Bored Bored. That’s what’s been happening for me over the week. I
can’t seem to do much about my fanfic this week. That being the case, I was
struck with this silly little idea. I may _try_ to make it work but somehow
I felt that I needed to test the waters first. 
	Tell me what you think of it guys… and this time, I promise it will be a
funny one. Well, I hope it is. 


	Mackie Stingray, the only son of the revered creator of boomers, Katsuhito
Stingray, was bored out of his mind. His sister wasn’t around in the usual
places where she normally holed up whenever she was up to something which
lead him to believe she was doing something _other_ than thinking up how to
lay GENOM lower. 
	He idly tapped the end of the pencil on the keyboard while he stared at
the nude picture of Nene-chan he held in his hand. Something was wrong with
him as staring at _anything_ hentai would normally give him some boost. 
	His stomach grumbled in protest. 
	Mackie decided to chalk it up to being starved. 
	Owing to the fact that he wasn’t a cook if his life depended on it, he
quickly dialed up a number from memory. 
	"Akie’s." a young purple haired woman answered. 
	<Man! What a looker! Wonder what bust size she has.> A protesting growl
form his belly prompted him to answer. "Uh… I need to order take-out." He
mentally smashed his face on the monitor. Of all the stupid things to do!
Damn! 
	The woman smiled. "Gomenasai. We are currently unable to offer that form
of service for the time being. Perhaps…" 
	Mackie shook his head. "No. Don’t worry about it. Maybe if you and – hey!
Wait!!!" He grabbed the monitor as if he could try and stop the woman from
hanging up the vidphone. 
	*sigh* 
	<Damn! My luck sure hasn’t changed! Ah.. well…. Maybe some other time then…>
	He closed his eyes and dialed another phone number. <Gods! I hope they can
do takeouts.> 	His mind remembered the unusual rapidity of Boomer rampages
in the city which had prompted the Sabers to the limits of their endurance. 
	*ring!* *ring!*
	<Hmm…Strike two. Okaaay. Let’s try number three. I hope my luck’s in
otherwise I’ll have to cook something on my own.> He shivered at that
thought. 
	*ring!* *ring!*
	<Damn!>
	*ring!* *ring!* 
	<Sorry. Due to certain reasons, we have decided….>
	"Argh!!! Can’t those frigging boomers _not_ destroy every restaurant in
the area??!!"
	He decided to give it one more try before he decided to cook his own meal. 
	*ring!* *ring!*
	<Goddess Relief Office. Please wait one moment for an operator to attend
to you. Thank you.>
	Mackie blinked and stared dumbly at the monitor as a small ripple appeared
out of nowhere in front of him. Mackie reacted out of pure instinct as he
leapt – crashed – onto the floor of the lab. He was even more shocked at
what happened next. 
	The now _glowing_ silver ripple oozed down to the floor near where Mackie
was doing his very best not to scream or wet himself. For the record, he
was admirably doing great. For the moment anyway. 
	Life had decided to make things a _lot_ more interesting for him. 
	And it was starting already. 


	Bubblegum Crisis: Story of the Knight Sabers
	            Once and Future Goddess 

Story concept by Radler
"Hey! I just thought of it today, you know!" 

Note: Somehow I feel someone had already used the title. ^_^

	The ripple on the floor was steadily rising off the floor. Where it left,
something else took its place. A shinning silvery thing. He never
understood what it was that was shaping itself before him. He just prayed
it wasn’t a boomer. 
	He gulped. Luck was never one of his stronger points. 
	He closed his eyes and prayed. Something he stopped doing since the day
his father had died. 
	"Konichiwa!" a rather cheerful voice snapped him out of his praying.
	Mackie slowly opened his eyes. In front of him, passing a perfectly shaped
hand before his face as expressive dark blue eyes stared at him with a hint
of amusement in it. 
	"You expecting someone else maybe?" she asked as she helped the young
hentai off the floor. 
	Mackie immediately went to the far side of the small lab and decided to
take stock of his situation. Before him was a dazzling woman perhaps of his
age. Maybe a year or so less. Still, that did not make her any less
beautiful like an untouched flower. The young woman stood near the console
as she slightly toyed with a small red mallet with some sort of strange
writings along its silvery length. Mackie stared at her for quite some
time. He could see she was just as nervous as he was. Of course, her
fiddling with that small mallet could be something else. 
	"Uh…. Hi?" he said, wincing slightly at how strained his voice sounded. 
	The strangely clad woman gave him a slight smile. "Hi. My name is Skuld,
Goddess First Class." She extended her hand; trying to keep her shaking
under control. This was her first time in this sort of job. Well, actually,
it was her only time in it considering she promised Yuki she’d fill in for
her for the day since she wanted to go visit a distant relative. 
	<How the heck do I let myself into these things?> she thought to herself.
<Simple, Skuld! Yuki knew you couldn’t resist the lure of ice cream!!> 
	She eyed the young man who seemed just as nervous as she was. Something
about him reminded her of her sister’s husband. Someone she took a looong
time to appreciate considering how mortals were. And this one was _NO_
exception. 
	"Huh? Wha?!!… Go…Goddess?" asked an utterly befuddled Mackie. 
	Skuld nodded. "Yup. I’m sorta new at the job but since I’ve been drafted
to take _this_ call, might I ask what wish you might have?" 
	"W.w…wish??" 
	Skuld sighed. <Slower than most humans.> she observed. Strange. Most
people would sell their souls to devils just to gain the wish from
anything. She eyed the strange young man huddled so in the corner. Then
again… goddesses _did_ tend to suffer form errors as humans do. Only the
Kami was free from such mundane trouble. 
	"Yes. One wish. Whatever you may desire, I am here to fulfil it to the
best of my abilities." She narrated from the small scroll that she had in
one hand. "Course, there are a few things you can’t get but they’re of
little concern now." 
	"Wish??" 
	"Uh-huh." She answered flatly whilst she began tapping her foot on the
metal floor. Her eyes wandering at the desktop where sat an absolutely
perfect piece of machinery. Skuld practically ‘cooed’ with delight but
quickly suppressed it. She had a job to do and she didn’t want to botch it
up. After all, a ton of ice cream waited for her back up in the heavens. 
	For Mackie, that moment the pretty woman had said something about granting
wishes made him wonder if the woman was sane.  He hoped not. Not with such
a killer set of jugs like that. Or that damn perfect body that would make
even Priss drool with envy. His mind went over dozens upon dozens of things
he might want. 
	Super powers like those he read from all those American imported manga
stuff? Or something more saner, like getting laid by anyone he wanted. He
shook his head. For some reason, the thought did not sound well for him.
Images of Nene wearing bondage and leather or Priss doing so and so to him
ran across his hentai-filled mind. Other things came and went; strangely,
he felt they weren’t what he wanted. 
	A faint smile touched the lips of someone who lay deep within the shadows.
	Skuld felt cold all over. Things like these always had a way of upsetting
her. Disasters usually followed soon after. Being Goddess of the Future
didn’t help one bit with these crud precognitive senses of hers. 
	Mackie’s resolve hardened as he had made up his mind what to wish for. A
part of him asked if he was _sure_ of his decision. "Okay, Goddess Skuld,"
he began as he drew his breath for what he was about to say.
	"I wish for you to be with me forever!!"
	"NANI?!!!!!!!!!"

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Well, Ain’t I one of those guys you just love to kill. I’ve got this idea
from a bit of reading – re-reading actually of those Goddess comics my
friend love so much than his own life. And then this idea seized me all of
a sudden. 
So how waz it? Think I should make this one too? Unless, someone out there
would like to pick it up where I left off. I’m partial to doing this myself
if I find myself free of any problems or does not interfere too much on my
studies and my writing of the Angel’s Chronicles. 
BTW: I’ve finished Chapter 17. Anyone else wanna pre-read it before I send
it off to the FFML. 


	

	








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RADLER <radler@tri-isys.com>

All praise the names of the Red-Haired Goddess
	
	Nene-chan and Icer-2 

"They're so damn kawaii!!!"


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"TO EVERYTHING THERE IS A SEASON, AND A TIME TO EVERY PURPOSE UNDER HEAVEN"