Here's a little something I sent to my pre-readers.. I thought the
rest of the gang might get a giggle or two out of it.

	Y'all enjoy, okay?

	Ed Becerra

	"Dreamers may die, but the dream is eternal..."

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   Ed sat in the bridge, shuddering. "If I _EVER_ see that universe again, I
hope someone _shoots_ me."

   "It was educational, boss."

   "Educational my ASS! I _never_ want to visit the Anime University again.
I'd rather have a Jyusenkyo curse, thank you very much." He shivered. "And
the Professor in the Advanced Sciences Department was the worst... I swear,
if I ever hear that 'Hi, I like you, wanna be my guinea pig?' again, I'll
kill her." He reigned in his emotions with an obvious effort. "And the Home
Economics division was almost as bad. What kind of *idiot* puts Saotome
Akane in charge of a _COOKING_ class?"

   "Same one that put Tendo Nabiki and Katherine Madigan in Administration,
b'wana."

   "Please, don't remind me," he sighed. "Those two could squeeze yen from a
stone. And not even work up a sweat." He looked at the blue planet spinning
serenely below. "Time to go. Let's rotate."

   Behind him, in his private cabin, a tall staff merged with the deckplates
began to glow in an obviously mystical fashion. It had done this before. It
would do it in the future. But this time, and only this time, the glow began
to pulse. Not a good sign. No, not good at all.

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   "Rotation completed, b'wana. Hmm... this is odd."

   "What is is, Min?"

   "We didn't emerge near Earth this time. We didn't even come out near the
Solar system."

   "Any ideas where we are?"

   The ACI nodded. "It's a listed system in the NGC. Looks habitable. We
came out away from the ecliptic, it looks like." She frowned. "Scanning.." 

   Ed nodded and pulled his hat down over his eyes. "Lemme know if you get
anything love.. better yet, let me know if you find out why Twister's spell
sent us here."

   "Uh-oh."

   He shrank deeper into the captain's seat. "Uh-oh?"

   "Emergency, boss. We've got major rubble off the port bow, and.. boss!
There's a survivor!"

   He shot up straight in his chair. "What?"

   "Suited, drifting.. he's running low on consumables, and life support in
his suit is failing." She paused. "There's no one else in the area, aside
from a ship high-tailing it out of the system. If we don't make pickup, no
one will, lover."

   He nodded, swearing under his breath. "Go ahead, but use a cable, not a
tractor or a transporter. I don't want to give up anything I don't have to."

   He eyed the wreckage Minerva was imaging on the main screen. "What ever
happened here, they had one HELL of a battle. Somebody really kicked ass in
a major way." He turned back to her. "Deep scans, Min. If there's someone
unfriendly in the area, I want to know about it sooner, rather than later."

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   "Wha.. who..?"

   "Calm down, friend. And don't try to talk. You're safe, for the time
being." The grey haired man smiled down at him. "You're aboard the private
yatch, Calypso. We found you drifting and unconsious, with almost nothing
left in your suit's tanks. And what looks like the left-overs of a
_serious_ battle floating nearby. We picked you up, and you're in our
sickbay right now, recovering."

   "o..our?"

   Ed nodded to one side. "I'm sure you'd like to meet my first mate, and
currently your nurse, Minerva." A lovely young woman stepped forward and
swatted Ed over the head.

   "And he should be resting, not listening to you blather, boss. I'm the
medic around here, remember?"

   The by-now thoroughly confused man on the medi-bed watched as the
grey-haired man rolled his eyes at the woman. *Minerva?* he thought? "I.. I
don't understand.."

   Minerva came to his side. "Well, at the moment, you don't need to. You're
suffering from oxygen deprivation and death pressure effects. You need to
rest and recouperate. When you're feeling better, we'll get your personal
information, and take you to your family, or friends, or to wherever you'd
like to go after you've fully recovered." She frowned. "Can you tell us your
name?"

   "Die.. Dietrich. I'm Dietrich," the patient got out, then slipped into
unconsciousness once again.

   Ed looked worriedly at him. "What's wrong, Min?"

   "Nothing truly serious, boss.. he's just exhausted, on top of the other
things that he's suffering from. Stress." She smiled. "A little oxygen, some
food, water and rest, and he'll be okay. 48 hours, I'd say."