The Spaceship Hotel and Conference Center, once a mighty star
cruiser of a multi-galaxy-spanning empire, shut off the lights to it's
restaurants and shops early. Customers went home unexpected, no one
seemed interested in eating out. Many guests returned to their rooms
for an early sleep. Even the vigilant Security and Maintainence Teams,
former warriors and engineers, were relaxed and expecting an
uneventful night.
     A cry of "Shi-ka-ku!" drifted with the gusts, gentling to a breeze.
     The sprawling suburbs of Graviton City were still, untraveled
streets sleeping as flurries landed on the pavements and lawns.
Streetlights looked eerie and bleak, snowflakes falling past them
faster with the plodding minutes.
     The wail of "Hon-shu!" fluttered into the air.
     The mansion of the Daitokuji family, the newest and one of the
richest members of the New World Order crowd, stood grave and solemn
under the tumult of powder from the sky. The fountains slept, their
statues like gargoyles of old keeping watch over the complex.
     The word "Kyu-shu!", in lamentation, rose toward the winter sky.




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