Michael A Chase wrote:

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used all the grammar suggestions

this up, but events in my life made writing slow for the last few
weeks, and I finished some other stories earlier than I thought. My
intention is to keep writing these semi-often until it's done, though
there will still be interruptions in the form of one shots and such.

Sometimes you just have to do what the muse is willing to go along with.

true

And Angcobra is now storing some of my fics, at
http://dbsommer.web1000.com/dbsommer.html

Old boilerplate again.

Oops. Will change. Probably cut and paste job from previous chaptrers.

the Bouncer :}. More ships blew up, and the refueling station

suffered more damage as chunks of it floated off into space. Kei
upped the assessment of her opponent from pretty good to experienced
combat flying. It was a good thing she had a lot as well, or she
would have been atomized by now.

Something in the Bouncer would mean the Bouncer was hit.

right

supposed 'higher meaning' was the representation of the destruction

of modern society on the basis it was a bloated mass of dying flesh
that needed to be put out of its misery, but it was literally
composed of 'musicians' hammering, ripping apart, and otherwise
destroying pieces of metal. To Kei, it was the surest sign there were
no more worthy musical art forms left to be discovered in the
universe.

And she probably produces more, and better, metal death in a day than
all those musicians put together do in a week.

This is true. After all, she only just hit town.

"Hit me," she insisted.

A hand fell on her shoulder, spun her around, and a fist connected
with her jaw.

Just can't leave a straight line alone, can you? :}b

Nope. Kincaid was one of the earlier scenes I cooked up, and the gonad line
was the one from the Badger comic.

 > Kei frowned. That had been her only weapon. Now she would have to do

it the hard way, hand-to-hand. This guy might have thought he was hot
stuff, but Kei had been in more fights than she could count where she
only had her body to rely on.

I'd say that was also her favorite gun, but they are all her favorite.

The ones that fire. Yep.

"What can I say? I have an overprotective mother," he quipped,
despite the situation.

Ain't that the truth.

She's not that overprotective. She does let him ride fast bikes and
fornicate with prostitutes. Most people would  want Mothers that easygoing.
She'd even let him shoot big guns, if he wanted to.

Iria crossed her arms under her bosom and said in a warning tone of
voice, "Kei, I hope for your sake that your intentions with my son
are strictly honorable."

I'd thought for quite a while that Mikael was a woman.  This is even

better.

Yeah, wait until Iria finds out they hopped into the sack less than an hour
after they met. Now that's instant chemistry. :)

BTW, as someone advised, I am cutting some of the more redundent parts of
the story, mostly information that dragged on here and there. So this will
be trimmed at least a little bit before the final version is posted.

Thanks for the comments. Nice to know someone's still reading the fic, since
it has been a while since I started it.

DB Sommer

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