NEW MACROSS 10 - A Gundam Wing/Macross Plus Crossover
by: Joshua Loomis (cougar_jel@hotmail.com)
DISCLAIMER
Macross, Macross Plus and Macross 7 are all
registered trademarks owned and licensed by
Big West/Bandai. Macross Plus is distributed
by Manga Video in the US, Canada, and the UK.
Gundam Wing is copyright Sotsu Agency, Sunrise
and TV Asahi. Please don't sue me!
Battou Tenmou, the Zarritzen Empire, and the Doc are
all my characters, as well as their mecha, mannerisms,
etc. Please don't use 'em without my permission!
NOTES
This fic takes place during the battle between the
Peacemillion and Battleship Libra in the Gundam Wing
universe. It's before the Peacemillion crashes into
Libra, and just after Sandrock was outfitted with
the Zero system. Other than that I've left it pretty
ambiguous. As for the Macross Plus bit, it takes
place about 5 years after the Ghost X-9 incident,
about 7 years after Macross 7 was launched. As to
how they meet...well, you'll just have to see. -_^
And, as always, any C&C is much appreciated!
Arigatou!!
CHAPTER THE FIRST: WHEN WORLDS COLLIDE
The battle seemed endless.
Lucrezia Noin had no idea why she was out here,
in her custom Taurus, so close to the devastating
battle between the five Gundams and her former
commander, Zechs Merquise aka Milliardo Peacecraft.
Battleship Libra, huge and deadly, hung like a
titanium flower against the inky fabric of space.
Noin knew that onboard that battleship was Zechs'
sister, Relena Peacecraft, held prisoner now by
the White Fang. Would a rescue be possible?
An explosion near her caused her Taurus to shake.
She kicked in the jets to rise above the battle to
see what had happened. A Mobile Doll, one of the
White Fang's automated mobile suits, had tried to
sneak up on her from behind. Luckily, Gundam 04,
or Sandrock as Quatre had called him, had been
there to cleave the Doll in half with one of his
heat shotels.
"You all right, Miss Noin?"
"Yeah...thanks, Quatre. How's it going?"
There was a pause. Sandrock had been refitted
with the infamous Zero system, and Quatre was
probably accessing it to assess their current
tactical situation.
"Okay. We're holding our own but there are a
lot of Virgos. I think Trowa might run out of ammo
soon."
"And Heero?"
"I don't know. Since we haven't seen Epyon yet,
I don't know if he'll show."
Noin was almost afraid of that. The power of
the Wing Zero and the Epyon clashing in battle right
in front of them might destroy them all.
A Mobile Doll blew up right next to her. She
whipped around. Gundam 02, revamped and called
Deathscythe Hell, cut a firey swath through the
unmanned suits, it's active sheild extended like
demonic wings as it's double-beam scythe cleaved
Doll after Doll in twain. Gundam 03, Heavyarms,
sprayed down the scarce fighter power Libra had sent,
and Gundam 05, Altron, tore out power cores and
crushed heads with its extendable dragon-head arms.
She brought her energy cannon to bear on a Mobile
Doll's aft quarter and started shooting. They
had to win this battle. They *had* to.
Dorothy Catalonia couldn't be happier. The
battle was going beautifully. Mr. Milliardo had
talked about introducing her to the Mobile Doll's
control system, using the unique control system
of the Epyon. She did adore that mobile suit. It
was the perfect weapon for bringing the ultimate
battle before her scrutiny. And now, the Libra
scientists were adapting its delicious Zero system
to the Mobile Doll's control matrix.
"Miss Catalonia?"
She turned, her long blonde hair whipping behind
her. The officer was standing next to a security
console behind Mr. Milliadro's command chair.
"Yes? What is it?"
"I've registered an intruder alert. Miss Relena
has been freed and is heading for the hangar."
"Oh indeed?" Dorothy turned to the chair. "Did
you hear that, Mr. Milliardo?"
"Yes." Milliardo Peacecraft's eyes narrowed at
the screen. Relena... who had come to free her?
Heero? No, he'd have seen the Wing Zero. He'd
have felt it. No, it was someone else.
"Burst communication from a Taurus suit in the
hangar! It was to the Peacemillion!"
"The Wing Zero might come out to meet them!"
Dorothy cried, clapping her gloved hands. "Oh, what
a sight to see you and the Wing Zero locked in combat,
Mr. Milliardo!"
"He won't come. He's not that stupid."
Dorothy's mind raced. She so badly wanted to
see this battle! Heero cared for Miss Relena, that
was obvious, and so did Mr. Milliardo, so he wouldn't
take action that might harm her.
Dorothy Catalonia, on the other hand, had no
such restrictions. She ran from the bridge, smiling
all the way. She knew a couple of the White Fang's
converted Virgo II suits had the capability to be
manned. It was to one of those suits that she ran to.
She hopped into a flight suit and strapped herself
in. As the cockpit closed, Mr. Milliardo's face
appeared on her screen.
"Dorothy. What are you doing?"
"I'm going to make Heero come running, Mr.
Milliardo. Then you can kill him and come back here
to destroy the Earth, just like you promised!"
Giggling, Dorothy cut the communication link and
started up the Virgo. It wasn't long before she was
free of the Libra and headed after the slightly
lavendar-colored Taurus bearing Miss Relena and her
mysterious rescuer. A cruel smile crossed her face
as she levelled the Virgo's energy cannon at the
Taurus.
"Attention, rogue Taurus. This is Dorothy
Catalonia, deputy leader of the White Fang.
Surrender now or I'll destroy you...Miss Relena."
Dorothy knew full well she was broadcasting on
a general frequency. That was, of course, part of
the plan. She savored the tense silence that
followed...
Ah. From the Peacemillion came a new glimmer
that was moving towards her at high speed. The
scanners confirmed it as the Wing Zero. And the
clamour from the Libra was undoubtedly Mr. Milliardo
mounting up the Epyon. Any moment now, the great
battle would unfold...
"Heero!"
The Wing Zero was already gone. Sally Po bit off
a curse and spun around, glaring at what was left in
the Peacemillion. The only mobile suit not in combat
was a Space Leo that had been used to help building
the ship. Sighing, she headed off for it.
"Sally!"
Turning as she zipped up her flight suit, she
saw Howard heading towards her.
"What is it, Howard? I gotta talk some sense
into Heero before he gets himself or anyone else
killed."
"But, Sally, a huge mobile suit force is headed
for the Libra! They're being led by a suit that looks
a hell of a lot like the Tallgeese!"
"The Tallgeese's pilot is about to eviscerate
Heero, and possibly his own sister, with the beam
sword that cut Barge in half. I'm not gonna sit here
and let it happen. Now get outta my way!"
Unstoppable, Sally strapped into the Leo and was
off. Howard sighed and shook his head.
"Man... this whole scene is turning real ugly
real fast..."
~ * * * * * * * ~
The klaxon was just a hair louder to him than the
usual alarm. So he just did when he heard the usual
alarm... he rolled over and tried to go back to sleep.
"Scramble, scramble!" came Lucy's voice. "All
pilots to your fighters! Skull Squadron to launch
bay immediately!"
Isamu Dyson groaned. Then a nose nuzzled his
neck and he heard a more melodious voice in his ear.
"That's your cue, Isamu-chan," Myung whispered.
"Man...can't those aliens leave us alone?" He
got up out of bed and hopped into his flight suit as
best he could. Myung rolled over on one elbow and
smiled at him.
"If they did, love, you'd be out of a job."
"Hai, I guess you're right. Well... guess I
better get to it." He looked over his shoulder at
his fiancee and smiled.
"I'll keep my promise... I love you."
"I love you too," Myung replied. "Hurry back."
He nodded, then turned to the door and ran out
into the corridor. Skull 5, a rookie he still didn't
recognize, tossed him his helmet. Nodding his thanks,
Isamu ran to the launch bay where the techs where
leading his fighter to a launch tube. It was the
same fighter he'd flown at New Edwards. The only
real difference was the little extra dashes of paint
to the fighter's nose... an feild of black forward
of the cockpit with a skull and crossbones that was
nearly identical to the old Skull 1 aboard the SDF-1
Macross.
Formerly Eagle One, now Skull One...
"You'll always be #1 to me, babe," Isamu said, patting
the nose of his fighter as he climbed in. He watched
the systems of the 19 boot up as he strapped himself
in. As he launched, he took stock of the new Skull
Squadron. 5 Thunderbolts and one other VF-19...
a custom model. It was the same color scheme as the
prototype, but instead of a skull and crossbones, a
white cross was painted in the black feild forward
of the cockpit. This fighter didn't carry
the usual gun pod either...in fact, from here, Isamu
couldn't see the fighter's distinctive weapon.
"Okay, boys," said Isamu into the comm, "you know
the drill. Take out the Gold suits first, and try
to avoid fighting near the civilian ships. Get to
it."
Skull Squadron responded, the VF-11's kicking in
their FAST packs to take the fight to their enemies.
The aliens were mostly silvery mecha that were
slightly reminiscent of Zentraedi armor, with
backwards articulated legs and bulbous bodies.
However, these things had crab-like pincers that
carried deadly energy weapons within them. The
golden suits were a bit more humanoid, reminding
Isamu of the old Zentraedi female battle armor,
albeit a bit bulkier; these suits didn't have the
inherant grace of the Zentraedi. They were more
straightforward in their tactics.
Isamu looked down at his main console. Three
Gold suits leading a contingent of two dozen
Silvers. He grinned... no problem. He kicked up
the throttle and headed into the fray. The other
19 in Skull Squadron was just ahead of him, firing
off a spread of missiles, clearing the path between
him and the nearest Gold. There was a pause in its
movements, then the 19 burst into Soldier mode.
The head of his mecha had been modified to resemble
a knight's helmet, and instead of the usual GU-15
gun pod, this sucker carried a gleaming sword.
"See if you can take this one alive, Battou,"
Isamu said to the other 19's pilot.
"Roger," came the stoic reply, and the sword
came down to cleave off the arm of the Gold holding
the energy cannon. The blade of the sword had been
honed to an edge only a molecule wide, and Isamu
had seen it cutting whole mecha in half. Now,
the pilot reversed his stroke and cut the legs
off the Gold suit. It floated there for a moment,
then began to glow white-hot.
"Damn! Get outta there, Battou!"
But Battou was already in jet mode and
rocketing away. The Gold suit self-detonated,
leaving a globe of white-hot fire and debris
where the mecha used to be. The other 19, called
the Crusader, made a wide circuit of the battle
and three Silvers got on his tail. The pilot
didn't panic, instead veering off before the
fight got too close to the Boardwalk, the resort
ship that was part of the New Macross 10's
colony fleet.
Isamu realised he had problems of his own
as one of the Gold suits sped towards him. He
jinked hard to port and launched a few short-
range missiles from the launchers in the legs
of Skull One. The Gold raised it's sheild-bearing
left arm to take the brunt of the sudden assault.
As it did, Isamu shifted to Gerwalk mode and
leveled his gun pod at the Gold, which did the
same with the energy cannon in it's right three-
fingered hand.
"Stand-off," Isamu growled as the battle
raged around him. Before either of them could
move, the Crusader appeared behing the Gold and
took his gun-arm. The other 19 spun and drove
his sword through the center of the Gold, the
most likely place where the power core would be.
Unfortuately, he didn't spike the self-destruct
system, and the Gold started glowing. The 19s
bolted before it blew.
"Sorry, sir," Battou said. "Thought I
could pin him down before he did that."
"Don't sweat it," Isamu replied. "Plenty
of baddies left to take care of."
They both went to jet mode, headed for
the source of the alien suits. It was an ovoid
ship with several bulges on its hull that either
housed weapons or were the hangars for the enemy
mecha. As they approached it, something very odd
began to happen. The thing began to hinge open,
like the jaw of some huge beast. Fire streamed
from the nose of the Crusader as Battou used the
gatling guns there to clear a path to the ship.
Isamu cleaned up some himself, then saw the weird
light coming from within the alien cap ship.
"You see that?" he asked Battou.
"Yep. Doc?"
"I am working on it," came the reply from the
scientific vessel of the Macross 10's fleet. Isamu
turned to see the Von Braun moving to a point where
they could better monitor the battle. Doctor Jijin,
the man behind the Crusader's design, frowned
audibly. "I cannot verify these readings, Battou..."
"Spit it out, Doc."
"They are setting up a... well... some sort of
spatial-temporal cataclysm."
"What does that mean?" Isamu asked.
"It means we get the hell out of Dodge. Now."
To punctuate his statement, Battou spun the
Crusader and punched his throttle to full. Isamu did
the same. Isamu saw the sleek dome of the New Macross
10, towed by the formidable battle section, being
moved out of the path of the thing's attack. And
just in time. An alabaster ball of... something...
belched forth from the alien ship. So powerful
was the exit of this sphere of energy that the
alien ship was destroyed. It spun towards the
fleet which scattered before it. As Skull One
and the Crusader approached it, it exploded in
a glittering field of light that blinded Isamu
and Battou for a long moment...
~ * * * * * * * ~
The sensor reading sped across the monitor.
Duo Maxwell glanced at it before he cut down two
more Mobile Dolls.
"Temporal disturbance? What the...?"
"Attention, rogue Taurus," came the voice.
Whoever it was had balls, broadcasting on an
open channel like this. "This is Dorothy
Catalonia, deputy leader of the White Fang.
Surrender now or I'll destroy you... Miss Relena."
Damn! Duo heard the clamor over his line
to the Peacemillion as Heero made for Wing Zero.
He turned towards the source of the communication.
"Duo?"
His eyes opened wide. "Hilde...?"
"Duo, we're in trouble, this crazy woman's
going to kill us! You need this data, and I
rescued Relena Peacecraft!"
"Is Relena all right?" asked Quatre, obviously
agitated.
"Well, she wouldn't come willingly so I
kinda knocked her out..."
"Heero's not gonna like that," Duo said.
"You moron... why the hell did you go and put
yourself in harm's way, Hilde? You're gonna
get yourself killed!"
"I had to, Duo..."
At that moment, Wing Zero shot past the
other Gundams. Duo cursed and kicked Deathscythe
into high gear.
Zechs Merquise's nail blue eyes narrowed. Epyon
seemed... confused. Like this wasn't supposed to
happen. He gently pushed up the monitor visor of
his helmet and peered at the screens with his naked
eyes. This disturbance, the one throwing off Epyon's
systems, was growing. And it was centering on the
area containing Dorothy, his sister, and now all 5
Gundam pilots. A white Taurus and a Space Leo were
also en route.
"Hmm. Interesting..."
Klaxons went off in Zechs' ears. Wincing, he
turned to the monitor in question. It was a
*temporal* disturbance? His blonde brows furrowed.
Epyon began to shudder... and it felt as if the
temperature in the cockpit dropped to almost freezing.
"Are you... afraid, Epyon?" Zechs asked, his
breath slightly fogging the visor of the helmet.
The question wnet unanswered as Wing Zero
came ever closer...
"Relena-sama!" cried Noin. And Epyon was
speeding in that direction as well! "Quatre, we
have to do something!"
"Right! Everyone follow me!" Sandrock Kai
made for the battlezone. Firing behind him as he
flew, Heavyarms Kai fell in behind them, and Altron
approached from the opposite side. Noin keyed up
her forward display. The White Fang Taurus had
turned to face the Virgo II that was levelling the
beam cannon at it. Wing Zero sped past the other
Gundams, and Noin's Taurus, towards the zone and
was in direct opposition to the approaching Epyon.
Deathscythe Hell was already there, behind the other
Taurus like a guardian angel... or demon. They were
all, now, within a distance of just over a kilometer.
That's when the sensors went nuts... and Noin
felt something hit her hard enough to knock her into
the quiet void of unconsciousness...
~ * * * * * * * ~
At the edge of the battlefield lurked a dangerous
foe. He watched the humans' transforming mecha
destroy his front-line troops and narrowed his eyes.
At the back of his mind was the nagging question of
why he and the rest of the royal family had evolved
to assume the humans' wretched forms. He shooks his
head and tightened his grip on the controls of his
customized Leader suit.
His escort of six silvery Soldiers recoiled in
fear when the Ep-Ruud exploded. Named after the
Zarritzen god of Time and Space, the ship had been
designed to shift the human military to another
universe. But something had gone wrong aboard the
Ep-Ruud and he had heard something about 'inversion.'
"I'd have all their heads if they weren't already
dead," he growled.
"Patience, brother Arritzo," came the soft voice
from the other customized Leader. "This may yet work
to our advantage."
"Always the optimism and compassion, eh, sister
Lysstza?" Arritzo allowed himself a smile, and the
sensation was odd but pleasing. The human face would
take time to get used to. "That may be your undoing."
"We shall see..."
"My Prince!"
The gutteral cry from one of the Soldiers cut off
the Princess' reply. The brightness from the
Ep-Ruud's explosion and that of it's attack were
receeding, and in its place were...
Arritzo narrowed his gray eyes.
"What in the four Hells...?"
He counted again. Ten. Ten new mecha, looking
out of place and somewhat confused. He was fully
prepared to renew the assault when all of the Soliders
screamed all at once. He winced.
"WHAT?" he bellowed.
"It...it's...it is Ip-yonn!"
The Prince increased his magnification. There
was a dark crimson mecha...the color of Zarritzen
blood...with green eyes...wings...a vicious whip...
It did indeed resemble Ip-yonn, the god of Death
and Despair. But it was simply a representation.
Arritzo knew this.
"Run! Run if you value your existence!"
The Soldiers, on the other claw, were too
simple.
"Damn it, get back here you cowards!"
The Prince leveled his cannon at one of the
fleeing suits and holed it. The other customized
Gold got in his way as the Soldier exploded.
"Brother, let them go! We are outnumbered
as it is! It would be better to return with
the new Shifter mecha and renew our assault..."
"Be quiet, female!" he snapped. He would
have to learn the human's language so he had
better derogatory things to call her. He hated
how she always made sense! But...he didn't hate
*her*...far from it...
Growling, he activated his thrusters. Before
he turned to run away, however, he targeted one
of the new suits and fired a round from his
long-range weapon, a rail cannon. He holstered
the weapon and sped off.
Lysstza, for her part, let out a sigh of
relief, then marvelled at the new sound she could
make. Her new form was beautiful, no matter how
much her parents and brother would call the humans
"ugly" and "disgusting". But there would be more
time for that later. For now, they had to escape,
before the newcomers could join in the assault...
~ * * * * * * * ~
As Isamu and Battou wondered what to do
about these strange new mecha, one of them was
holed by a slug fired from out of their range.
Cursing, Battou kicked the Crusader into high gear
and purused the fleeing mecha. The dark one
held the damaged mecha and the scrambled comm
channels made noise in Isamu's ear.
"Macross 10, this is Skull One. Get the
S.A.R. crew out here, and several tugs, we have
to retreive these newcomers."
"Roger that," came the reply. Within
moments, the Search-And-Rescue team were en
route along with several small vehicles. Isamu
sighed, and knew he'd get a chewing out for
this...
Fifteen minutes later, Isamu Dyson stood
on the deck with the pilots of the new mecha.
Much to his surprise, they spoke Japanese. Even
more surprising was that five of the pilots were
no older than 15 or 16 years old.
"My name is Quatre Raberba Winner," the
young blonde one said with a smile. "My friends
have kind of elected me to speak for them. We're
all Gundam pilots."
"So you call 'em Gundams, huh?" Isamu replied.
"I'm Captain Isamu Alva Dyson, leader of Skull
Squadron and junior C.O. of the fighter wings
here on the Macross 10."
"This ship is amazing!" Quatre said, blue eyes
sparkling. "I saw it as we were getting towed in...
how many civilians do you have living under that
dome?"
Isamu chuckled a bit. This kid really was
charming. The one closest to him, with the long
spikes of hair obscuring half his face, seemed
stoic. As did the one still by the feet of the
suit bearing the huge double gun. The one
with the short dark hair just looked pissed.
And the American-looking boy was looking over
his shoulder in concern as they wheeled off
the wounded pilot of the suit crippled by the long-
range shot.
"We can talk about that later," said one
of the women, the blue-haired one. "Captain,
we're sorry that this happened... we don't
know why."
"Our scientists said something about a
temporal disturbance," Isamu tried.
"Our sensors picked that up as well," said
the woman with the braided hair. "We were in
the middle of a battle one moment, and the
next floating here...where exactly are we?"
"About a dozen parsecs from Earth, following
a vector about 65 degrees off that of the
Macross-7."
"Tell us about the battle," said the tall
man with the blonde hair. He was the only mature
male of the group, Isamu noted.
"That is classified information," barked
a voice. Isamu rolled his eyes.
"Kuso...just what I needed," he murmured.
The figure striding towards the group was
followed by several uniformed advisors. The
short man smiled.
"I am Ishi Iyoku, mayor of the Macross 10.
I'm afraid we can't tell you about our problem
unless you agree to join us."
"They're in no condition to agree to
anything," snapped Isamu, "they just got here!"
"I suggest you control your temper, captain,"
Iyoku said icily. "You wouldn't want me to
report your brash behavior to General Millard or
Commander-General Kibasen, would you?"
Isamu swallowed back his bile best he could.
Crusty ol' Millard might cut him some slack...as
commander of the Macross-10's military and the
Battle Section, he knew what a prick the mayor
could be (and was, half the time). Kibasen, on
the other hand...
"Excuse me," Quatre spoke up. "But Captain
Isamu is right. We have no idea where we are or
how we got here, and we shouldn't agree to anything
until we find those things out."
"I agree with Quatre," the spikey-haired one
said without changing his expression. "We have no
reason to risk our lives without knowing why."
"You're one to talk," said the other stoic
pilot as he approached. "You're the suicidal one."
"Now isn't the time, Heero..." Quatre sighed.
"'Scuse me," said the one with the braid.
Isamu noted his Japanese was like his own...tainted
with American inflection. "Where are they taking
Hilde?"
"Oh. Medbay 3. Follow the signs."
"Thanks." Without saying a word to his
compatriots, he ran off. Quatre watched him with
concern, as did the woman with the weird eyebrows.
Although she seemed more confused than anything else.
Isamu noticed she was also watching them cart off
more wounded. Janitors were already mopping up
blood.
"Are you giving my fiancee a hard time?"
came a sweet voice that made Isamu smile. Myung
walked towards Iyoku, looking mighty pissed.
She glanced at him and winked. Iyoku stammered.
"Ahhh..um...Ms. Long, I..."
"Look, these kids are tired, confused, and
probably pretty hungry. Let's get 'em something
to eat and worry about the rest later, ne?" She
smiled at the pilots. "You'll have to forgive
Mr. Iyoku, our Mayor is a bit pissy this morning
because he didn't get his grits."
Isamu busted out laughing as Iyoku turned
bright red and stormed off. Quatre smiled at
Myung.
"You're right, Ms. Long, I'm very hungry."
"I don't think any of us have eaten all day,"
said the blue-haired woman.
"Great!" Myung replied. "I'll get it set up!"
Isamu's attention was grabbed by one of his
Skull pilots and he went to work. But even as he
plunged his arms, tools in hand, into a VF-11, he
couldn't help but wonder about those kids...
"So what do you make of all this?" Sally asked.
The food was good, but Quatre, hungry as he was,
was having a hard timee eating with everything
going on in his mind.
"I'm...not quite sure," the young Arab replied.
"Capt. Dyson seems sincere enough..."
"So did Treize when I saw him," Heero said. He
had only eaten half his food. Wufei refused to touch
his and growled at the mention of Treize's name.
"Yes, but I detected no duplicity from Capt.
Dyson," Quatre replied.
"The enemy fled at the sight of our suits,"
Zechs said. He put down his fork. "It's no wonder
that they want us, if only for psychological warfare."
"Do we know who or what they're fighting?" Noin
asked Quatre, who shook his head. "And what about
Miss Relena?"
"I talked to one of the medical staff," Trowa
replied. "Relena will be fine. The pilot of the
Taurus, on the other hand, may not last the evening."
"Poor Duo..." was all Quatre could say.
As the silence prevailed over the small dining
hall, Zechs Merquise wondered absently what became
of Dorothy...
Duo hadn't done this in a long time. He'd found
the rosary in one of his pockets under the flight
suit Howard had given him, and all the other pilots,
back on the Peacemillion. He held it now, tightly,
kneeling at Hilde's bedside as the biomonitors
chimed out her vital signs. She'd stopped bleeding,
but blood still stained her bandages and the sheets.
The shrapnel from the nickel-ferrous slug had torn
her apart. If she hadn't thrown herself over Relena
to protect her...
Duo blinked back tears and kept his eyes closed,
praying silently. Across the room he heard Relena
mumble in her sleep. He knew his fellow Gundam pilots
were probably discussing their next move. But
Shinigami could care less. With all the work he
had done... why would they take Hilde away from him?
"Please," he pleaded with the empty air.
"Please don't take Hilde..."
~ * * * * * * * ~
TO BE CONTINUED...
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next...THINGS FALL APART
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