DB Sommer wrote:
And finally trying to finish up at last now that I have the time.
Wooot! Thank you, Mr. Sommer!
"What is done is done, and cannot be undone.
Unless one has access to a time machine or wish granting device, but that's
not important right now
Yeep.
Don't think you need that comma
Dropped.
information is classified, until the investigation is over." Turning his
attention back to the monitor that showed the reaver's trajectories
We know that from the last paragraph. Dump the reaver's trajectories part
and end it at 'monitor'
Good call.
After the last of the Home Fleet passed through the Gate, Tenchi allowed
it to shut, nearly sagging with relief
Who does one 'nearly sag'? Usually they do or they don't.
Hm. He wants to, but doesn't, because it would look bad. Will revise.
tightly enough to leave indentations in his palm,
Better than handling it by the blade part and having no palm at all. :)
I think Yosho caught it by the blade at one point. Or _an_ energy blade
by the blade. I can't remember for sure, though.
Drop 'and' Start with 'Far', sounds better.
Okay.
Awkward. I'd drop 'himself'
Changed to 'composure'.
"No," Ayeka answered flatly, before Tenchi could open his mouth. "Another
Gate cannot be risked at this time."
Hmm. She'd better watch it in speaking for him.
Probably. But Tsunami did say he could hurt himself if he wasn't careful.
Away from the Court, and attended -- as always -- by Ayeka and Ryouko,
Tenchi sat at the head of the table in one of the Throne's smaller
meeting rooms.
This one was only the size of a football field, rather than an entire
estate.
About that, yeah. :p
Karau frowned, glancing at Yohito, and offered, "Perhaps you're familiar
with the hyperspace bypasses that rumor says the Laruma have access to?"
Ayeka: Yes, but since the readers are not, I'll say no and you inform me,
and thus them, so they will know.
Or not.
Ryouko snorted, rolling her eyes. "That's just a myth -- there's no such
thing," she grumbled.
Ryouko: Just like rumors of a Galatic Layline or a spacefaring race called
the Abh.
Crest of Stars fan, eh? I managed to see a few eps at Fanime. I kinda
liked it.
"What is it?" Ryouko asked, intrigued. "There are no usable hyperspace
bypasses. I would know -- I asked Washuu -- living things can't survive
in them for more than a few minutes."
What's to stop robots from going through then?
Ouke-no-ki are living things.
Karau: I hadn't thought of that. Maybe that explains why we lose so many
ships that way.
Hah!
"You make a solid point," Herb said wearily. "I do not understand how you
can climb so far, and not be tired."
Ranma; I'm not human anymore.
Well, there is that.
Ranma was able to control her curse, somehow. Herb had studied long and
hard, and while she knew of the cure easily enough, she did not know how
to control the curse while she still possessed it. "So," Ranma asked
quietly. "Why are you still cursed?"
Herb: It involves the ability to have multiple orgasms--
Ranma: I don't want to know.
Gah! :p
"The woman is very wise," Herb observed. "I do not entirely understand,
but would guess that she speaks of the cessation of all things. That
would indeed be the blood of demons."
Nah. That would be entropy.
Well, that too. ;)
Both Ranma and Herb stared at the mosaic for a moment before Herb forced
down her awe at the display enough to look upward. Standing above the
head of the phoenix in the stone, and flanked by a number of winged
warriors, was the god of the Phoenix People. His robes were an
immaculate red with gold trim, his ruby-bright sun-golden eyes fixed on
Herb and Ranma. A pair of massive feathered wings rustled behind him,
the arc of the folded appendages rising over his shoulders, while the
outer edges jutted out at his sides. Borne in each of hands was a pair
of short staves, one topped with a ring, and one with a crescent-shaped
blade.
Herb: Bah. He's a pussy. He can't help us. Let's get out of here.
Hah!
After replacing the robe he had lost to a reaver in the battle,
With a leather ensamble Minako had given him.
*snicker*
The other part of that saying, if Mousse remembered it correctly, was
that if he couldn't let her go, then... then he didn't really ever love
her at all.
Heh. Yes, but trite sayings often conflict one with another. "Two wrongs
don't make a right,' but 'What's good for the goose is good for the gander.'
Your best bet is to play it by ear.
Yeah. I think Terry and Yosho tossed a few plattitudes at each other
before Terry bit it.
Usagi looked distant for a minute. "It's been a long time since I've had
a really good meal," she admitted. "I don't like the stuff that the
soldiers gave us."
Heero: MREs are the food of the gods.
Aries: Well... maybe not.
In the dark void somewhere beneath Tokimi's hall, Serenity, once Amatera
Omiki, moved about. There were places where her the
drop 'her'
Done. She complains about it, though.
Her form was the same form she'd worn when Tokimi had stripped the flesh
>from her, and declared her to be the first of those she wished to
elevate. The dream, then, shared between the two of them, was to create
a perfect world with the powers of Tokimi that Tsunami and Jurai had
denied them.
Heh. That would have been bad.
Nicely playing up the cliche CT = dictatorship explanation we
occasionally see.
"I am," the god said, glowering. "The defilers concern us, and because I
must attend to them, I wish you to finish this quickly."
Hmm. Then they might work together.
They could.
"Oh?" the god said, folding his arms across his chest. "And now, for some
reason, you believe that your strength is enough to warrant our
attention, and thusly, our aid?"
Ranma: Since we've dropped a lot more of them than you have, you better
believe it.
Saffron: Er... right.
"Think you that we would need to bargain with you?" he said disdainfully.
Herb: I've got birdseed.
Saffron: Cool. Okay. I'm in.
HAH!
"Damn straight," Ranma said, walking forward two steps, and removing her
sheath from the sash of her red robes. "I've killed more reavers than I
can count,
Saffron; There aren't that many of them, you know.
Ranma; I know. I'm just dumb and never learned to count high.
Ouch. >_<
"Masu, youkai, human,"
Worcestershire sauce,
I've seen that episode. -_-
Outside of Mihoshi's ship, Kintaro sat astride an opened
just 'open' I think
Right.
and checked through an interface to monitor for damages.
Just 'damage' I think
Changed.
Mihoshi, finally having completed her report to her superiors, leant
Light of 'leant' ing in this part. I'd use different words to describe them.
Okay.
At the paired names, a flash of recognition slammed through Saffron,
staggering him to his knees, wings flaring wide as his hands slapped
against the cobbles of the courtyard. The twin staves of the Gekkaja and
the Kinjakan clattered noisily just outside of his reach. The eyes of
the women named by Ranma surged through Saffron's mind, memories more
ancient than any he could name to mortals flaring brightly. "In the
beginning," he said hoarsely, "there was placed a guardian for this
world. He is departed now, and I see why."
Hmm. Most unexpected.
Wanted to do that. I loved the non-fight scene. After all of the mindless
violence, it was fun.
"Those older than I demand that it be so," Saffron said, rising to his
feet. "There are those that even I fear offending,
Saffron: They are called Old Ones, and your best bet is to pray they never
notice you.
Ouch.
Tentacled reavers. What a scary thought....
"Very well, Ranma-san. Do take care," Tsunami said, the sound feeling as
though she were whispering into his ear. He shivered slightly at an
imagined breath of air against the side of his head, and glanced around
nervously.
Nice touch with the breath of air
Really? Thanks! :p
"We are five hundred and twelve strong," one of the female Phoenix People
assessed quietly. "Lord Saffron, why do you agree to help these people?
Do we truly need their strength?"
Saffron: Can you ever have too much strength?
Nice work. Will continue.
And thanks again for the C&C!
D.B. Sommer