Hey guys and gals out there,
it's been a very long while since I have
posted anything of significance.
So I've decided to post an older work of
mine that I'm not sure of continuing or not.
Anyway this a crossover of Strike Fiss's Alternate Reality series 

(located at http://www.geocities.com/Tokyo/9110/)

and my Timelords & Terrible Things stories.

(located at http://solo.abac.com/moonromance/b.htm)

Am not sure how many people are familiar with either works,
but I hope I don't confuse too many people.

Strike Fiss and other Canadian Scouts are property of
Strike Fiss, and are being used with his permission.  
Sailor Moon is owned by Naoko Takeuchi and in America by DIC,
but are being used without permission.
And all other original characters are owned by Bastion.


'How can I undo the damage I have done?' The Heads

Avenging the Forgiven

Part 1: Let the Poor Men Fight



	Chris looked around at the predawn sky just outside his snow
covered home.  By chance of a miracle he had gotten an early
start on things while his best friend Maury and sister Andrea
were still asleep.  Many things were going on today, many
exciting things.  Chris looked around at the forest that
surounded his home and thought about his love of his life, Rei,
who oddly enough didn't even notice him leave their bed.  She
had just come in from Tokyo last night, and her friend Lita was
arriving today with Sharon, his sister's good friend.  	

	Chris jogged in place to escape the cold of winter that nipped
at his body.  To get his mind off the cold, Chris thought for a
moment how Rei had changed his life, it was she and her friends
that helped him deal with his new found. . . endowments, and she
alone showed him the power and strength of love.  He suddenly
snapped back into reality when he heard a loud crash.  Chris
immediately went to see what was making the racket.  When Chris
rounded south side corner, he saw a man with long black hair
beating the worthless shit out of homeless in a dirty brown
cloak.  

	"How dare you!!  I should kill you right now!"  the black
haired man yelled at the one on the ground.  

	Chris felt the situation was already getting dangerous for his
own comfort as he thought to himself, 'This guy isn't going to
kill the homeless man right?  Apparently the gun in his hand is
enough proof for that.  It's time to act, now.'



	The black haired man was thankful he caught this assasin in
time before he could escape.   'Should I kill him or not?'  he
thought reaching for his gun, 'Well he was stupid enough to try
to kill Cindy, he deserves it.'

	The black haired man pulled out his gun and aimed it at the
fallen man's head.  He was about to shoot when suddenly he heard
a voice shout; "FISS!!!"

	The black haired man snapped his head around in time to be
struck with a force blast, sending him barreling into a thick
pine tree across the way.  The black haired man shook his head
of the snow that fell from the branches above and glared at a
brown haired boy holding a sword,  wearing a fancy suit, and
looking over his dark stream line shades.



	Chris stood his ground and made sure that the beat up homeless
man got out of the way.  As the homeless man left Chris got a
look at him and the curious smirk on his face.  Yet before Chris
could question this smirk, the black haired agressor approached
him.  Chris raised his sword again in ready defense as the black
haired man spoke with holding his anger,

	"Do you realized what you just did?"

	Chris found that the demeanor of the man could be imtimidating,
but he didn't get imtimidated easily, "Yeah I do.  I just saved
an innocent man's life, so what's it to ya."

	The black haired man took a step closer to him and motioned for
the shaded man to move, but he stood his ground indicating to
the black haired man that this guy was stupid or really stupid.

	"Who do you think you are?" the black haired man growled.

	Chris shot back, "I am Strike Fiss, prince of Saturn during the
Silver Millenium," he thought back to a speak he heard a friend
in Japan say and paraphrased it, "Defender of dirty homeless
guys and other things that are. . . good, and in their name I
will punish you!"

	The black haired man didn't blink as he growled once more with
hatred dripping, "Move."

	"Over my collection of Marilyn Manson memorabilia!"  Chris
repremanded as he held his sword ready.

	The black haired man calmly recoiled his right hand out of
sight as he mumured under his breath, "So be it."

	The next split second a silver blade came streaking towards
Chris that he blocked with a manner of surprise.  Chris looked
at the odd looking blade as he travelled it back to its source.  

	"Oh my God."  he whispered when he saw that the blade was apart
of his opponent's right arm.  

	Chris kicked the man away from him and swung at his opponent as
he shouted, "Who-What the hell are you?"

	The black haired man blocked the strike easily and leaped back.
 He flexed his right hand as the blade split up to become five
fingers of a claw and he snarled, "I am ex-timelord Tracer and
you have made the worst mistake of your life!" 

	The black haired man leaped and lashed out with his claw at
Strike Fiss at superhuman speed, but Strike Fiss being
superhuman himself, tharwted the strike.  Strike Fiss then went
on the offensive as he let his natural ability take over as he
swung and slashed at this 'ex-timelord.'  His opponent easily
defended or dodged most of the strikes but some got in causing
some minor lacerations on his left arm and face, while Chris's
suit sustained the only damage from the black haired man's claw.
 Chris found it unusual that the pain from the cuts didn't even
register on the black haired man's face, only anger registered
on his face. Chris kept up the aggressive attack by thrusting
his sword foward until Tracer knocked the sword downward far
enough with his silver claw, leaving Chris's upperbody open. 
Tracer instantly saw his oprotunity and nailed Strike Fiss in
the chest with his left fist, sending him slidding across his
snow covered yard.   Tracer then approached his prey.

	'Man is that guy's hand made of rock or something.' Chris
thought to himself as he tried to get his breath back.  He did a
check for any broken bones, 'Nope just winded lungs and a very
bruised breastbone.'

	Chris brought his gaze to his approaching combatant whose eyes
were burning with hatred staring intently at him.  Chris needed
to drive him back just long enough to get into a better
position.  He reached into his jacket and pulled out a round
reflective disk.  

	"Reflection Disk!"  Strike Fiss shouted as the disk glowed and
a stream of pure white energy shot towards the black haired
ex-timelord.

	Tracer barely had enough time to dodge the surprise attack,
evident in the fact that outer part of his left leg was
smoldering.  Tracer glanced down at his leg and yelled at the
figure standing ready for attack;

	"What's this another attack?  Doesn't matter how many different
attacks you have I'll beat you to a bloody pulp you, you damn
Frenchie!"  Tracer used the first slanderous word that came to
mind.    He felt the insult was silly, but his opponent felt
different.

	'Oh he just had to call me that, didn't he?!' Chris thought
angrily to himself as he leaped at the black haired man.  When
he was in mid flight he thought to himself once more before he
shouted, 

	'Here's something old, buttmunch!' Chris thought in mid-flight
with his sword pointed straight Tracer.

	"FISS!"

	Tracer, who stood his ground expecting another sword attack,
didn't have a moment more to react as he was nailed by another
force blast.  The blast this time sent Tracer through the
kitchen window of Chris's house.



	A tea pot on the stove blew steam indicating it was done.  A
seventeen year year old, jet black haired japanese girl sleepily
walked over to the kettle and poured the hot water onto a teabag
in a coffe cup.  The coffe cup displayed two cartoon male
characters, a blonde and a brunette.  One of them had a bat and
the other silently shouted in a two dimesional sense while
pointing at a frog seated at their feet.  The girl translated
English words scrolled underneath the two figures to herself.

	 '"Beavis and Butthead."  Huh, this must be what Chris was
telling me about.' she thought to herself as she looked around
at her new surroundings.

	The morning light shown through the window to the right of the
girl onto the solid oak kitchen table situated in the middle of
the room.  Her eyes trailed away from the table towards open
passageway towards the living room catty corner from her
position.   As she leaned against the counter, she began to
reminisce about the first time she met Chris in Tokyo.  He was
apart of a student exchange program along with his friend Maury
and ended up in her grandfather's temple.  She had thought
everything that could happen to a teenage superhuman's life had,
but after she met Chris it all changed.  She was attracted to
him even through suspicion of being on the side of evil.  They
went through everything and her love for Chris still rang true. 
They had gone through impossible odds from fighting god-like
aliens to fighting their clones to their recent incident,
getting drawn into a civil war of an advanced race of human
beings, the Omega Web.  These string events caused Chris, his
siter Andrea, and his friend Maury to discover that they were
and are superhumans like she was.  A soft 'ting' coming from
outside caught the girl's attention.

	'Must be the wind making the icesicles hit each other.' she
rationalized.

	Then she heard it again, but more distinct of a metal sound and
suddenly she saw a quick flash from a window off to her right. 
The girl was about to go to the window see what the flash of
light was when a figure crashed though it and slid across the
table in the middle of the kitchen and finally hitting the
opposite wall with a great deal of momentum.  The girl stared
for a moment as the figure wearily got up and started to swear
to itself under its breath.   The figure was a black haired man
who looked like he went through hell and had a look that he was
about to give some back.  The girl was transfixed with the
stranger in the kitchen that she didn't notice her boyfriend in
streamline shades and once snazzy, but now tattered, suit jump
through the window.  The stranger, though, took immediate
notice.  

	"Grrrraaaaahhhh!"  the black haired man screamed as he grabbed
the edge of the table and flipped it towards his opponent.  

	Chris quickly took care of the projectile with a single slice
of his sword and charged his antagonist swinging gracefully. 
The ex-timelord quickly blocked the strikes with his silver
blade and used his loose hand to grab Chris and slam him against
the wall the ex-timelord had already indented.  Chris knocked
Tracer's hand away and immediately swung his sword at his
opponent, making his opponent loose his balance and started to
fall backwards.  Tracer quickly dug his claw into the nearby
wall, keeping him from falling flat on his back, but the
momentum caused Tracer to sling around the open door way to the
living room.  Tracer immediately leaned up against the living
room side of the wall and waited for his opponent to appear.

	Chris slowly got up as he finally noticed the black haired girl
across his kitchen, who now wore a red fuku and skirt.  Chris
put his finger to his lips, and pointed towards the living room.
 The girl nodded as she walked slowly around to peer around the
open passage.  Chris looked at his girlfriend to she if could
see the stranger, Chris leaned wearily against the wall holding
his sword ready.  He looked down at his newly torn up suit.

	'Man, this is not a few months old.  I thought the Omega Web
made things durable, ooo this asshole is going to pay.'  Chris
thought as he clutched his sword even tighter.

	On the opposite side of the wall Tracer leaned against the
living room wall wearily as he cringed a little.

	'Where is all this pain coming from,' he thought as he clutched
his stomach.

	Tracer suddenly heard a light thud on the other side indicating
to him his enemy had given away his position.  Tracer pushed
himself off the wall and flexed his right to activate his silver
claw as he thought, 'Big mistake, Frenchie!'



	"I think I see him."  Rei whispered.

	Chris was about to respond when a claw busted through the wall
off to his left and grabbed his face.  The claw forcefully
pulled Chris's head through the wall.  Chris suddenly found
himself looking straight up at the black haired stranger.

	"Hey!"  Chris shouted and tried to continue with something very
witty to say but the stranger elbowed him in the mouth hard
before he could.   

	Then the stranger grabbed Chris by the neck, and pulling the
rest of him throught the hole, tossed Chris into one of the
exposed wooden pillars lining the living room causing various
huge cracks around the ceiling.  Tracer walked slowly towards
Chris with his hostility still burning within him he shouted at
the fallen hero;

	"Now you've learned lesson number one, Frenchie: Don't fuck
with me!" 

	Unfortunately for Tracer he had not noticed the black haired
sailor scout behind him already finishing her command spell;

	"IGNITE!"  the girl shouted as a stream of fire flew from her
hands directly at the black haired stranger nailing him in the
shoulder as she responded, "Now it's time to learn your lesson."

	The ex-timelord grabbed his sizzling shoulder and cringed in
pain as he looked towards the source of the blast and
immediately recognized the girl, "Raye?"

	The girl blinked for a moment in wonderment as the stranger's
face scowled and he shouted, "So you're in with this guy? Oh, I
don't care who you are, you are going to pay for that shot."

	Suddenly Tracer saw movement from the corner of his eye, and
turned just in time to see Chris with the most pissed off
expression he'd every seen flying sword first into Tracer's
chest.  Both feel to the ground and Chris quickly got up leaving
his sword still impaled in his opponent's chest.  The black
haired man do not move and Chris stood still over him trying to
take in the site before him, as a red liquid shot with silver
pooled around the still form.

	"Didn't you see he was about to kill us, kill us without a
single thought."  He whispered to Rei silently.


Avenging the Forgiven

Part 2: Power Surge



	Crash!  Boom!  The covers on a plush bed moved slowly.  The
figure was jolted by another crash until finally the figure
underneath tossed the covers off her head.  A wild mane of brown
hair jutted out from the head of a sleepy and grumpy sixteen
year old girl.  Chris's little sister, Andrea, had awoke against
her own will to the sounds of a battle downstairs making her
slowly sit up in her bed.  

	"Damn it those two are wrestling again aren't they?"  she
mumbled to herself sleepily as she thought about the last time
her brother Chris and his friend Maury wrestled, they were lucky
they had good insurance.  

	"It's too damn early for that now." Andrea said groggily as she
looked at her clock next to her bed and frowned, but noticed the
picture frame next to her clock.  

	The picture contained two photos, one of a green haired woman
known as Sharon, but Andrea knew her as Sailor Pluto, or more
preferably Sister.   The other photo was of a hansome man she
knew as Darien, but once long, long ago she knew him as lover. 
Looking at these photos gave Andrea mixed feelings; one gave her
a sense of emptiness of an ex-lover, while the other fufilled
her with the love of a sister.   

 	Andrea gave a weary smile as she looked at the photos as she
thought excitedly, 'One of them is coming in a few hours.'

	Andrea dragged herself out of bed and made her way to the top
of the stairs as she murmured to herself, "I should kill Mr.
'Sunshine' for disturbing my beauty sleep.  He might be the
Prince of the Sun but he doesn't have to wake everyone else up,
damn it."

	She was ready to kill Maury until she came face to face with
him still dressed in his pajamas about to decend down the stairs
also.  Andrea's eyes went wide as she looked down the stairs and
back at Maury as another crash sounded.  She zoomed down the
stairs before Maury could ask her if she knew what was up with
the sounds, and for some reason he knew that it wasn't good.  He
decided to use his power of looking into the future, one of the
advantages of being the prince of the sun, as he made his way
down the stairs to figure out what was wrong, but he just saw
Chris jogging around in the forest.

	'This is weird.' he thought as he heard a final crash and then
silence.  

	Maury opened his eyes and could see Andrea already at the
bottom just stopped dead in her tracks staring at something in
disgust.  When Maury finally reached the bottom he saw why she
made the face.  Chris stood still dressed as Strike Fiss over a
man with a sword impaled in his chest.  Andrea gasped,
attracting Chris's attention, and Maury finally broke the
unworded silence;

	"What in hell happened here?"  Maury asked trying to figure
just how all of the destruction transgressed.

	Chris kicked a piece of plaster that fell from the cracks in
the weakened ceiling from the floor and thought for a moment in
reflection causing some unforseen anger to well up in him.  

	"This fucker tried to kill me and Rei!" shouted Chris as he
pointed at the man on the ground.

	He paced around the room excitedly as to drive out the extra
adreniline in his blood as he continued, "He tried but damn it
he was like the others, can't measure up!"

	Chris walked towards the corpse and got in its face and further
continued, "You just couldn't measure up!"

	Chris unusual excitement made the trio of Andrea, Rei, and
Maury a bit nervous.  Maury finally got the courage to try to
calm Chris, "Hey man cool down.  Come on I mean you're gloating
at a corpse for God's sake!"

	Chris turned his face away from the corpse to look at Maury
with an inquisitive look and finally realized what he was doing,
"Umm sorry, it's just this guy pushed me too far."

	Then Chris turned to face the corpse once more, not noticing
the twitch of its fingers, as he continued, "But never the less,
this fucker went down!"

	Without warning the eyes of the corpsed flashed open, grabbed
Chris by the sides of his head, and said, "Oh yeah?"

	The suddenly ressurected black haired opponent head butted
Chris as hard as he could,  hard enough to break Chris's shades
in two.  Quickly the stranger tossed the dazed Chris off of him
and into the opposite wall directly into the fireplace.  While
still on the ground, the stranger manuevered around so he could
reach for Rei's legs with his own.  Before she could react, he
put his right leg behind her calves and the other leg infront of
her shins and quickly twisted his body to the right.  Rei felt
her legs being taken out from under her and fell forcefully face
first into the wooden floor.  Maury fortunately had time to
change into Prince Destiny, Sailor Scout of the Sun.

	"Sol stars!"  Maury said as he threw a few small round objects
at the aggressor.

	Tracer quickly jumped to his feet avioding most, but not all
the the explosives, as Tracer sustained hits to his hurt
shoulder, right knee, and the middle of his abdomen.  Tracer
felt the pain of the hits and then he noticed the pain in his
chest, the sword.  Tracer quickly grabbed the sword and while
tearing it out from his chest he yelled, "Eat this, ya bastard!"

	The sword flew at Maury, but instead of cutting Maury, it cut
clear through the wooden pillar he was standing infront of. 
Without the support of the pillar the weakened ceiling above
collapsed upon Prince Destiny.  Tracer spun around once,
satisfied he had taken care of business when suddenly he heard
second female voice scream out her spell, "Jan Ken Pon, ROCK!"

	Tracer felt the a powerful force plow him through the living
room wall, the refrigirator, the cabinets, the kitchen, and
finally into the thick cover of snow about five meters from the
back of the house.  Tracer sat up in the crater he created and
dusted the snow off himself angerly and hissed to himself, "How
many fuckin' superhumans live in that house?!"

	Tracer then heard the same female from inside the house shout,
"Ground Zero!"

	"Crap."  Tracer whipsered to himself as he saw a large green
energy ball come at him.



	Andrea activated her Ground Zero attack and followed it outside
to see their antagonist get vaporized.  Yet the large green ball
faded and no indication was evident of anything around.

	"Did you get him, Hooze?"  Maury shouted as he caught up to her
near the edge of hole to the outside. 

	"I don't know."  she said puzzled.

	Then two legs swung from the top of the hole to nail Andrea in
the chest, making her fly backwards into Maury and back towards
the living room.  Tracer hung from the top of the opening, he
had jumped over the brown haired girls attack and hung via his
claw upside-down waiting for her to emerge.

	"Hello I don't think we were formally introduced."  Tracer said
with heavy sarcasm as he drop down to the floor, "I am Tracer,
and I am rather ticked off!!!!" 

	From the living room came Chris with his sword in hand leaping
towards Tracer.  Tracer, expecting anything this time decided
again to stand his ground hoping that Chris wanted him to move
out of the way.  Chris brought the sword down at Tracer that he
blocked with his silver blade, but Chris brought his other hand
into veiw that held his second sword.  Momentum made the two
tumble backwards into the snow and finally ended up on their
feet.   Tracer had his silver blade in tangled with Chris's
first sword and had his other hand clutching Chris's wrist
keeping him from driving the second sword any deeper into his
side.  Tracer stared into the bruised and battered face of
Strike Fiss, his nose was bloody, his lip turning a dark shade
of purple, and his bleeding from a cut on his forehead suffered
when Tracer broke his glasses.  Tracer took a step back and
pushed against Chris's wrist to make the sword come out and
kicked him in the solarplex making Chris double over.  Tracer
grabbed Chris by the collar and once more tossed Chris this time
across his yard.  Maury appeared at the hole and upon seeing his
friend get tossed, he held his fists straight out infront of
himself while shouting,

	"SOL FLARE!"  

	A huge column of energy came at the black haired stranger, and
thanks to his quick refelxes only his half his face was harmed. 
The stranger looked at Maury with ever so growing anger, that's
when Maury saw how damage he did to the man.  He had charcoaled
half his face, revealing spots of reflective metal underneath. 
Maury realized what they were dealing with.

	"It's a fuckin' cyborg."  he said in disgust.

	Tracer scowled and narrowed his eyes ready to cut this boy down
when he heard the crunching of snow behind him making him
involuntarily think, 'Someone's running up from behind.'

  	Chris lunged at the black haired stranger with both his
swords held high, ready and very willing to kill.  With all his
might Chris brought down the two swords at his opponent's head,
but stopped abruptly.  Tracer had crossed his silver blade and a
strange crystal bladed sword above his head keeping the sword
from cleaving him in half.  Tracer then grabbed both swords with
his silver bladed hand and forcibly brought them down to his
side.  This motion dragged Chris downward as he still clung to
his swords, making him vunerable to another attack.  Tracer in
knowing this bent his right arm and stepped backward, shoving
his elbow into Chris's already bludgened face.  Chris stumbled
backwards some regaining his composure as Tracer turned his
attention back to Maury who shot with great concentration a
precise beam of light into the eyes of the stranger, temporarily
blinding him.  Tracer stumbled back into Chris who grabbed him
by the shoulder and executed a perfect judo throw.  Tracer slid
on his side until a tree stump in the middle of his back stopped
him, a few feet from Chris who once again lunged at Tracer.

	"Doesn't feel so good does it?"  Chris growled as his swords
clashed with Tracer's hand blade and sword.  The two were now
involved in a power struggle.

	Maury watched as Chris tried to defeat this cyborg, he couldn't
attack without risking harm to Chris.  He noticed that Rei and
Andrea were by his side watching with apprihension and worry.  

	"Do you know what the outcome will be?" Rei asked in concern,
"Will he need us?"

	"Let me see." Maury said as he closed his eyes to see a vision
of the future and just saw an unharmed Chris in his jogging
sweats, being 'welcomed' by Rei in the kitchen.  

	"I can't tell," Maury slowly opened his eyes and responded
distantly, "This is Chris's show, for now."



	Chris had finally lost it, Tracer wasn't far behind.  The two's
stalemate agonized the pair further.  Chris got his face within
close, but not too close, proxcimity of the ex-timelord's and
stared with intent anger at his strained face, that stared back
with the same intensity.  

	'I'm going to Fiss this guy to kingdom come.'  Chris thought as
he readied himself for another force blast, prompting him to ask
mockingly;

	"Had enough, buttmunch?"  he grinned evily completely oblivious
to the glowing object in the other man's hand.



	Tracer used whatever physical resources he had left to repel
his aggressor.  He had been trying for past several weeks to
keep from going berserk for Cindy's sake, but all the
irritatations, the isolations, the mocking, and finally this
fight got to him.  Tracer felt it all well up inside himself and
rolled it into a ball, a ball of tightly wound aggressive energy
that he was pulling up from the depths of his conciousness and
set it free.  For an instant Tracer felt fully connected to
something that he felt only briefly before, in that instant of a
connection, Tracer felt a flood of pure, raw energy fill him. 
Tracer had tapped the energy from the now glowing object he held
in his hand.  

	Chris's words returned his attentions to his situation at hand,
"Had enough, buttmunch?"

	Tracer narrowed his eyes and diverted the energy to his left
fist where his sword was as he said in increasing volume, "Yes.
. . . I've . . . had. . . "



	All three watched as unwanted audience of the stalemate between
Chris and the black haired man, who they just discovered to be a
cyborg.  Rei looked captively at the struggle as she said to the
open air;

	"What is that damn fool thinking?"

	"I'm not sure yet," Maury said as he moved around to get a
better veiw of the two struggling combatants, "I think I see
something."

	Rei then saw an object luminating, "Something's glowing!"

	All three moved around to get a better view and noticed the
stranger possessed a glowing object.  The object quickly
intensifying in its glow abruptly until the man screamed,

	"ENOUGH!!!!!" 

	With that a sudden blinding column of light blew Chris across
the yard, through his house and indented into a streetlamp on
the other side of the street.  Andrea screamed as she saw her
older brother get hurled through their home and quickly turned
towards the stranger holding the glowing sword.  He still had
scowl on his face, but his eyes seemed vacant, it seemed he
wasn't thinking, he was reacting.

	"Jan Ken Pon, SCISSORS!"  Andrea held out her hands as she
shouted.

	Tracer could tell an invisible force of some kind was coming at
him, and instintively sheilded himself with his still glowing
sword.  Andrea expected to see the stranger to get cut in half,
but his sword had dissapated her attack completely.  Quickly the
ex-timelord retaliated as he sliced his sword horizontally
through the open air, creating a wave of light energy, similiar
to the column that nailed Chris.  Only this blast was
significantly weaker as the wave slammed Andrea and Maury
against the wall of the house.  The stranger lost some of the
vacantcy in his eyes as they transfixed angrily upon the
surprised Rei.

	"Okay Raye, now do you want to fuck with me!?  Let's go!"  the
stranger shouted waving his sword now deminished greatly in its
strong glow.  

	The black haired man was about to charge when without warning a
fist lounged itself into his jaw, making the man loose balance. 
Then a knee imbedded itself into his groin making him double
over and finally to the ground, groaning in pain.  

	"Tracer what in the hell are you doing?"  a familiar female
voice to the ex-timelord screamed.  Tracer looked up to see a
blonde haired woman looking down, with a very mad expression on
her face as she continued in the same angry tone, but quieter,
"I thought you promised to hold off your aggression?"

	The blonde looked behind her to see a very confused Rei
standing there not knowing what to do.  The blonde smiled with
embarassment and addressed her with a very sincere and
apologetic tone, "Uh, I'm truely sorry about,"  she quickly
evaluated the massive damage around her, "all of this.  If there
is anyway we, the Society, can repremand the irresponsible
actions on my colleague's behalf, we will do it."

	Rei raised an eyebrow, 'The woman did stop that maniac cyborg,
and she did sound sincere,' she reasoned to herself before
addressing the blonde cautiously, "Thanks for the offer, but one
thing.  Just who the hell are you?"

	"I am Xendyte, head commander of the Society." the blonde
smiled joyously and she held out her hand formally as she
continued, "But you can call me Cindy."

the end.

So is this worth continuing?
Does this suck beyond compare?
Am I asking too many questions?
Let me know.

Thanks for reading and please come again.

Bastion
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