Disclaimer: I hereby declare that I do not in any shape or form own the popular sci-fi show known as Battlestar Galactica; this includes characters, plots, the fighters, and anything else under the banner of Battlestar. I also do not own the anime meta-series Macross in any way as well. I only own my plot, characters, mecha and ships that I have created for the purpose of this story. So please no lawyers I do not have any money to give them. Thank you.
Battlestar Galactica: A Lucky Miracle
Volume 1 of Wayward Family
A Battlestar Galactica and Macross Crossover Story
Written by,
William R. Woods
"Deathzealot"
Chapter BGM is Stargate Opens from the Stargate Movie Soundtrack
Part 07: First Meeting
It is very exciting to hear about the existence of the Colonials and has sent many of my colleagues into titters of excitement as they start piecing together how honest-to-god humans of all things ended up on the other side the galaxy from Earth. The current popular theory that like the Zolans, Tirolians and several near-human species we have come across in the years since we started explore this galaxy the beings we know as the Protoculture could have taken many ancient humans from the planet and settled them elsewhere in the galaxy. This could have been some sort of experiment or just the Protoculture trying to spread our species across the galaxy in the some way. This theory holds some ground with their language heavily based on an earlier Protoculture based Zentradi dialect, a dialect that hasn't been spoken much in several thousand years by the Zentradi themselves. Anyways I shall continue to document our findings on this shocking and amazing discovery.
- Taken from the Personal Journal of Professor Alan Sheppard, Doctor of Human and Alien History
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Corner of Able and Baker Streets
Megaroad-07 City
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As she stood in shock at the appearance of these unknown figures Komilia started to find her military instincts rising up to the fore. Mostly because the weapons held by the group which to her trained eye looked to be some kind of handheld automatic rifles, weapons that wouldn't out of place in the hands of UN Spacy Marines or civilian Security Forces SWAT Teams. Her thoughts started to swirl in confusion at the appearance of these figures, with part of her thoughts wondering if these people had been reasonable for the destruction of the Megaroad-07, while some other thoughts wondered where the hell they came from for while their equipment looked similar to what she was used to seeing it was still different enough to be somewhat alien in nature like their space suits. However she really started to get confused when the one of the two less-armored space suited figures turned to one of the more-armored figures who had started to get a bit twitchy with its rifle.
"You Idiotic Jarhead! Start pointing that rifle somewhere else! Weren't we just talking about the possibility of survivors only a few seconds ago," the less-armored figure mentioned in some sort of bastardrized version of an old Zentradi dialect. A dialect she had been taught during her earlier school years by one of her numerous honorary uncles the Zentradi Archivist Exedore Folmo. She could pick up some of the more common words like survivors and rifle but the rest she couldn't understand at all. It was like listening to some sort Latin based language but knowing modern English. She suddenly then noticed that her air supply was getting dangerously low therefore she either need to get back to her shelter or one of the empty ones. Looking back towards where she came from she saw that she could get back to Shelter 37-Baker and maybe swap out her suit for a new one or even get new filled tanks. However she didn't want to leave these people here without learning, "the who, the what, the where, and the how" about these new people that have arrived here. Therefore she turned back to them to see that they where talking along themselves in that same language. She frowned at this before she brought up her arm-mounted control panel to her face and ignoring the warning flashing on the screen brought up the controls for her exterior speakers. With some creative changes to the settings of the speakers she managed to get them to admit a long whistle like sound getting the attention of the unknowns who looked over at her. Nodding at them she changed the settings back before she turned back towards the nearby shelter and waved them to follow her.
"Lieutenant I think he wants us to follow him," one of the figures mentioned in the language to the lead figure who only nodded before starting to follow her. This time she managed to pick up the pronoun he had used to describe her making her roll her eyes in annoyance at that.
"What if he is leading us into a trap Lieutenant?" the same twitchy figure from before mentioned making the others turn to him before shaking their heads and starting to walk over to her which made the twitchy one grunt before following behind them. She nodded at them before starting to walk towards the shelter with them following behind her. As she did she noticed they where looking around at the dead city around them as if they never saw something like this before. Finally they made it to the shelter's armored hatch which she quickly opened and slipped inside with another wave.
"Racetrack I think this is one of the shelters we have been looking for," the other less-armored figure mentioned making the other one nod in understanding. Komilia only frowned at this wondering what in the world they where saying before holding the hatch open till all of them where in the shelter's small airlock which suddenly became crowded with all of them in the small space. Therefore Komilia quickly turned to the controls and equalized the airlock filling the space with oxygen and once the levels where good she turned back to the group before reaching up and taking off her suit's helmet letting her long green hair to spiral down her back. She heard several gasps of surprise from the unknowns and even a single wolf-whistle which made her both somewhat angry at that but at same time amused for some things are apparently universal. Also she was curious by the surprised gasps for it appears they never seen unusual hair-color like her own before. However she shook her head and mimed to them taking off their helmets which they soon got the message and started to doff their helmets as well. Komilia wasn't surprised to see them all human-looking even more then she was with her green hair and elf-like ears of her Zentradi heritage. Therefore she was sure this was the first meeting between two different cultural groups of humans, something she has heard about with the first-contacts of the Zolans and other similar species but this was different for these people looked like they wouldn't out of place on any UNG Colony or Fleet, or even Earth itself. She was sure she had found the find of the lifetime.
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Bridge
UEAS Hephaestus
System AA-117
Bolo Sector
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Once more on the bridge of the Factory Ship Hephaestus Colonel Charles Renner found himself watching the various engineers and technicians as they raced around the ship's bridge area that was now sort of semi-powered with the replacement of the tiny emergency Tylium generator with a larger mobile generator hooked up into the ship's power grid. Colonel Renner could only sigh at this before turning his attention to Major Brian Carter who stood next to him though he looked eagerly around at some of the now powered stations on the bridge like a kid eying a new toy. The Colonel only sighed once more at this before shaking his head at the man.
"So Major is your team finished with preparations to start the operation to jump this ship back to the Fleet?" he asked jolting the other man out of his child-like glee before turning his attention to the senior officer.
"Yes Colonel my team has inspected the ship thoroughly and I believe it can survive a Jump Tow easily. Once Lieutenant Edmondson and her team get back from inspecting the other hulk we can jump back to the fleet," the engineer reported with a pleased look on his face making the Colonel smile slightly at this before nodding.
"Very good Major then I should head on back to the Altair to see about the preparations over there," the Colonel responded with a nod of his head. The Major only saluted before he shifted slightly and look around at the bridge.
"Ah sir before you go it appears that one of my team has managed to find out the name of this ship," he mentioned with yet another excited look on his face making the older man turn back to him with a frown wondering where this was going.
"That is interesting. What did the original owners call this ship then Major?" he asked with a raised eyebrow making the Major nod before he picked up one of the numerous computer pads found throughout the ship.
"It appears that this ship is the Hephaestus sir," he mentioned with chuckle making the other man blink in surprise at this before he chuckled as well, and thought about how ironic this seemed to be.
"It seems like fate has drawn us to this ship then Major for it is the perfect name for a ship like this. The Lord Hephaestus had been the one who had constructed the old Kobolian Arks for our people to escape Kobol and now a ship named after him will be our savior in our time of need. It will give the various religious figures in the Fleet something to talk about. However it does bring up the question on if the Thirteenth Tribe had been the one who had constructed this ship or if it wasn't the Thirteenth then they believed in the same gods we do or rather some form of them anyways. That said I shall leave the Admiral and the other higher-ups in the Fleet to think on that. Meanwhile I need to get back to my ship therefore the Hephaestus is yours Major," the Colonel mentioned before turning his attention back to the Major.
"Yes sir," the man mentioned before he turned his attention to his team and started to join them inspecting the stations making Colonel Renner sigh once more as the doors closed behind him as he made his way to the hanger and the waiting Raptor which will take him back over to the Altair.
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Shelter 37-Baker
Megaroad-07
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In the shelter itself Racetrack looked around to see that it was quite large and had room for several dozen people to be housed comfortably or even more people if they packed the shelter full of people throwing out comfortable out of the window. She then turned her attention to the survivor that had led them here to see her stripping of her slim space suit and throwing it to the side before she started to look for something in a nearby storage bin. Racetrack was kind of nervous to see that there is no one else in the shelter and worried this was the only survivor on the ship. She looked around at her team to see them looking around the shelter as well though Private Maldonaldo was eying the survivor as he fiddled with his weapon. Racetrack rolled her eyes at this before looking over at Skulls and nodded her head towards the twitchy Marine making him nod in understanding. That done Racetrack turned her attention back to the survivor and as she did so she remembered that datapad back on the Factory Ship and that it could be changed to display a language that looked remarkable like Old Caprican. Granted she knew that was the written form and that these people may not even know the spoken form of the language, or even if this particular survivor knew that language. However even then she had to try, therefore she took a breath and walked over to the survivor who was grumbling about something to herself as she continued to search through the storage bin in front of her.
"Hello I am Lieutenant Margaret Edmondson of the Colonial Fleet,"she said introducing herself figuring that it was start. Racetrack was surprised and pleased to see the woman looking over at her in shock before shaking her head.
"So they do know that old Zentradi dialect after all, though it is still kind of different from the dialect itself. However it is at least understandable now," she said in some other language Racetrack couldn't understand before the woman turned to look directly at her.
"First I assume Lieutenant is your rank?" she asked in almost perfect Old Caprican though she kind of stumbled a bit over the Old Caprican Word for Lieutenant, or rather a similar military term anyways.
"Yes that is my rank," Racetrack answered with a nod of her head making the woman nod as well. She was pleased that the woman could understand her in some way apparently with some difficultly as evidenced by her asking about the word she was using.
"Well forgive me here since some of the words you are using are different from the original language I was originally taught and may drift into my native language," she explained after a while making Racetrack smile at this for she was right.
"I understand. I know that both us will have many different questions. So why don't you start with one?" Racetrack mentioned with a wave of her hand towards the other woman who only nodded in understanding.
"Very well I assume you weren't the ones who destroyed this fleet then?" the woman asked making Racetrack blink in shock at this before shaking her head.
"No ma'am we were not the ones who attacked this fleet. My scout ship had jumped into the middle of debris field from the fleet and we started to explore. We then found what we believe to be some sort of Factory Ship," she explained with a pained expression that the woman even though they where the ones who destroyed her home.
"A Vulcan Class Factory Ship," the woman said in the same language from before with a frown which Racetrack assumed to be the mentioned native language.
"Yes it's a Factory Ship but I don't have a word to express the class name or the ship's name," the woman said a moment later in Old Caprican. Racetrack blinked at this before noting the difference between the different versions of the language.
"Well we haven't discovered the name or the class just yet. For now we just call it the Factory Ship. Anyways my team then boarded it and found it to be somewhat intact therefore we decided to see about salvaging it for our own use," Racetrack finishing her earlier story. The woman frowned at this before sighing as something passed across her face.
"I can understand that my people did something similar to get where we are. Now for another question I want to ask you. Who are you people?" she asked after a moment making Racetrack frown at this before shaking her head with a sigh.
"We are from the Twelve Colonies of Kobol, twelve planets in the Cyrannus System or rather what are left of them anyways. All of our worlds had been lost and we are now running for those who destroyed our worlds," Racetrack explained mournfully trying to explain their situation in a somewhat different language. She noticed the shadow that passed over the face of the woman as she listened to her explanation.
"Tell me more," the woman said with a mournful tone of voice and therefore Racetrack told her the entire story of the Fall of the Colonies, then the Exodus from the Colonies their enemies the Cylons snapping at their heels all along the way, the joining of the two refugee fleets, and various other things about the fleet. After several minutes of this the woman, who Racetrack learned is Komilia Maria Rush during their conversation, only nodded at this before looking around the shelter with a mournful look before nodding her head knowing she had little choice.
"Very well Lieutenant. Let's see about getting off this dead ship and to your fleet," she said with a grim smile on her face, mentioning the other's rank after she managed to start getting to know some of the newer words of the Colonial version of old Zentradi Dialect she originally knew. Racetrack nodded but stopped as she remembered why they were on the ship originally and turned back to look at Komilia.
"Ah ma'am we were also sent here to look for supplies, as well as survivors," she mentioned with a sheepish look on her face. Komilia only laughed at this before waving at the shelter with a small smile on her face.
"That is alright Lieutenant, I understand why you are looking for supplies and no worries this is a Megaroad Class Long Range Colony Ship. She is built for missions lasting many years, and sports sealed warehouses in several locations throughout the ship. These are for instances like this one, basically when one of our Colony Fleets run into a situation like your fleet or taking on more colonists for whatever reason. A few of these of warehouses should be still intact," Komilia mentioned with a smile making Racetrack look shocked at her before nodding in understanding for this was far above what she thought she would find when she first boarded the ship. With a relieved look on her face and a beaming smile she turned to her thoroughly bored companions.
"Alright let's get back to the Raptor and see about calling in some more help," she ordered in the Modern Caprican dialect while Komilia turned to start switching out her suit's air supply with a new one. Before long found the group once more out in the city retracing their steps back to the Raptor, as they did so Komilia walked along sorrowfully looking up at the towering buildings of dead city, and eyed the various dead bodies of those people who couldn't make it to the city's shelters thanks to the attack being so quick and brutal. A few minutes later found the group back at the small Raptor craft and Racetrack crawled in to use the wireless and call the Altair about their find.
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CIC
CAS Altair
System AA-117
Bolo Sector
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In the CIC of the Altair Colonel Renner was discussing the Jump Tow operation with his senior officers, along with the ship's navigation officer and FTL Engineer. It was an operation that would require careful work with the ship's jump drive and careful calculations. However their little meeting was interrupted by the ship's communication officer who looked from his station with a curious look on his face.
"Sir I have Lieutenant Edmondson on the wireless for you," he mentioned making the Colonel blink at this before sighing in relief and turning away from his officers before reaching down and picking up his wireless handset from its cradle.
"This is Altair Actual. Lieutenant, I thought I would have to send over a search party for you guys. We are getting ready to Jump Tow the Factory Ship out of this system," he mentioned with a relieved look on his face.
"Sorry sir we got a little delayed, for this ship is huge and this city covers a lot of the ship. However sir that is not what it's important for you might want to delay the Tow for we managed to find some survivors and plenty of supplies we can salvage from the ship sir," the static-filled voice of Racetrack reported making the Colonel tense up in surprise before he shook his head and turned to look at his officers.
"Repeat that Lieutenant," he ordered gruffly for he had wanted to see about getting some supplies from that dead colony ship, but he was not that sure they would find anything especially in the time they had for the operation. However he never in his wildest dreams thought there could be survivors onboard the ship, granted he was hoping but it was only a hope that like the supplies thought they would never find.
"Colonel, we found several survivors and plenty of supplies to be recovered," Racetrack said yet again this time with a grin that the Colonel could literally hear in her words. The Colonel could only shake his head in surprise over this before chuckling lightly.
"Racetrack you are one lucky pilot, first you found the Factory Ship and now found something else entirely," he mentioned with another laugh much to the confusion of his officers.
"Yes sir, I understand that," she responded moment later with a short laugh.
"Well anyways Lieutenant I am going to bring the Altair towards your location and start sending over teams. Expect us in about twenty-five minutes, this frakking debris field is really thick after all," he mentioned after a moment thought.
"Understood sir we will be waiting," the pilot said before a click announced the closure of the line and with that Colonel Renner placed the handset back into its cradle before turning to his confused officers who were wondering what was going on now.
"Well it appears the Lieutenant and her team managed to find survivors onboard the dead colony ship along with some supplies we can recover. Therefore we are going to head out to do just that. Therefore we need to prepare our cargo bays for supplies along with needed space for the survivors and form teams to recover the supplies," he ordered looking over his surprised officers who soon recovered and started off to fulfill his orders. His XO heading out the CIC to look over the ship's large cargo bays to see about making some room for the supplies, while other officers started to head out to form recovery teams. The CAG of the ship's small air group went off to start briefing his pilots. While they did that Colonel Renner walked over to the ship's Doctor who was looking a little shell-shocked, thanks to him originally being a civilian doctor who volunteered for military duty along one of the military ships.
"Doc you need to prepare your teams in case any of those survivors are injured at all, and we also need to keep them calm. For they will be scared and confused," he ordered the man who looked up at that surprised before he took a deep breath to calm himself and then nodded to the Colonel, and head out of the CIC as well. That done he Colonel Renner turned back to the original communication officer who was looking a little shell-shocked himself.
"That done get a hold of Major Carter on the Hephaestus about this development and tell him the operation is going to be delayed for a bit. Therefore he is free to keep going over the ship and some early preparation for her conversion to Colonial control," he ordered the man who soon shook off his shock before following his orders. That said Colonel Renner took his spot by the ship's main DRADIS display and grinned to himself as he started at the display. For this would be even more of a moral booster then simply the retrieval of the Factory Ship. With a chuckle he felt as the ship started to move as it engaged its engines and started towards the dead colony ship to start the recovery operation leaving the Factory Ship alone in the large debris field once more as the crews onboard went about their assigned mission with gusto as they stood down from jump stations and started to crawl around the ship once more.
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Remains of Megaroad-07
System AA-117
Bolo Sector
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Once the large form of the Altair came up alongside the larger form of the dead Megaroad-07 the recovery operation began as numerous Raptors and shuttles started to move between the two. While some crews started to recover the supplies in the remaining three sealed supply warehouses, along with some the supplies from the cities various grocery stores, stuff that could be recovered anyways, others started to rescue the survivors from the shelters. With the help of Komilia and several other retired military officers along with a few active officers that had been on leave during the attack the civilians where calmed down before safely being transferred over to the Altair. All told the Altair and her work crews managed to recover seventy-nine survivors from the dead hulk including the sixteen children that made up Komilia's class. A few of the children had been lucky enough to have at least one family member along the survivors while the reminder didn't much to the sadness of both the rescuing Colonials and the surviving civilians of the Megaroad-07. Meanwhile the recovery crews worked through the night to recover the supplies stuffing the cargo bays of the Altair full of supplies. Finally Colonel Renner called a halt to the operation when supplies where started to be stacked anywhere along the ship. About nine hours after it started the operation the Altair moved away from the dead colony ship and rendezvoused with the Factory Ship before the two disappeared from the system. A few moments later the remaining operational reactor on the colony ship overloaded vaporizing much of the remains of the civilians that dead onboard the ship along with much of the surrounding debris field. No one would know what had happened to the Megaroad-07 and its fleet for several years. Many families throughout UNG controlled space would mourn the loss of the colony fleet. However as they did so life was improved along the various ships of the Colonial Fleet, for thanks to the miracle they could move on.
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/wipes tomato gunk of his face/ Thanks whoever reviewed as Guest for that lovely storm of tomatoes I received. /coughs/
Moving on, yes I know this chapter has been delayed for the past week, but like I have said on Spacebattles I have had a few delays. Thanks in part to how difficult this chapter had been to write, thanks in part to myself not being a real language nut I was having some difficulties in the meeting between Komilia and Racetrack's team. Basically this is the Fourth version of the chapter; the first one had been lost thanks to a storm taking out my power and therefore my computer for a few hours. The second I scrapped due to how complex I was making the meeting between them, and the third version I scrapped again due to some issues I had with other parts of this chapter. Finally I decided to use the KISS principal and not really worry about the Language issue and just keep it simple. The changes I made between the various versions can be seen easily by not following through with the last chapter's cliff-hanger. /shrug/ Well that had been one of the earlier problems I had with the story. Originally a building would collapsed next to the group but I couldn't get it right and scrapped that entire scene.
That said I like to mention that with this chapter finished the next one shall focus back on the Fleet which shall include the return of Starbuck and her Mission. This is comes about after I decided to make a few changes to the mission. Since I have already made the story AU with the introduction of the Macross crossover to the story I figured I should change some of the events with the Rescue Mission that I really didn't like in the series. I really hope some others would like the changes I made, for some are really surprising especially my different reason for the Cylons to pull out the Colonies and not attacking the fleet for a while, for I really hated that part in the series. /scoffs/
That done I would like to thank the many who have read this story and started to follow it both on FFN and on Spacebattles. Thank you. However I have something to mention something about some of my plans for the next month. Many on Spacebattles already know this but I am planning to write a story for the August Camp NaNoWriMo. It is basically going to be a Macross/Robotech story that has the SDF-1 and crew leaving Earth behind after it is made inhospitable by the Zentradi Grand Fleet. This story while have similarities to that of BSG would follow more the Homeworld path in that much of the Civilian Refugees are onboard a single ship. Not to mention the refugee fleet not being rag tag group of ships but more of a military convoy protecting the single ship carrying the reminder of their lost civilization. Hopefully I can get some positive response about this story.
Now I leave you with this Omake which is basically a missing scene from this chapter describing the decision to self-destruct the Megaroad-07.
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Omake 07: The Funeral Pier
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In the empty and lifeless reactor bay of the dead colony ship Komilia Maria Rush stood entering a series of commands into the remaining operational reactor of the ship. A few Colonial officers and marines surrounded her watching as she worked. Standing next to the woman Racetrack eyed her new friend as she entered several codes she was sure only senior officers of the fleet would know.
"So Komilia why do you have these codes to do this, for wouldn't the senior officers possess them?" the pilot asked the other woman who had fast become a friend to the Colonial pilot. The green-haired Komilia only chuckled darkly at that before entering the final command before turning to look at Racetrack.
"That is because my husband had been the ship's commander, not mention before my retirement I had been this ship's CAG and then briefly a senior captain of the defense fleet. Therefore I have still have access to these codes. Anyways it is done, we can send off a signal that will start the self-destruct sequence," she mentioned to Racetrack before turning to the officers to finish her statement. One of them an engineer off the Altair stepped up with a frown as he eyed the large reactor that towered above them.
"Are you sure the blast from the self-destruct will destroy much of the debris field?" the man asked in accented Old Caprican making Racetrack glare over at him while Komilia only turned to him with a shake of her head.
"Yes I am quite sure Captain. The blast from the self-destruct along with carefully positioned warheads will take care of much of the debris field. Granted there might be some debris left but not enough for your enemies to use," she explain calmly to the man mentioning the several Reflex Missiles that had been carefully positioned by Raptors along the debris field that would be synced with the ship's self-destruct sequence and would go off at the same time as the reactor. The man only nodded before turning and making his way out of the chamber. Racetrack rolled her eyes at this while Komilia only shook her head with a sigh.
"Alright let's get you to the Raptor Komilia. It is time to get out of here," Racetrack gently said to her new friend who only nodded at this with sadness radiated from her before letting the Colonial pilot lead her out of the chamber the Marines and other officers following behind them.
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On the large observation lounge of the Altair, now floating above the large form of the Hephaestus, the survivors of the colony ship gathered as the intercom counted down to the jump. A few of the Colonials officers who had helped the survivors stood along them with Racetrack standing next to Komilia who stood at the front of the group holding a small communication device and looking out the reinforced windows at the very distant form of her home for the past fifteen years. She could hear a few of the survivors praying as well as a few of the Colonials. She herself only prayed for her lost husband along with many of her friends along the crew of the ship. As the countdown reached the six-second mark Komilia mournfully hit the button on the device before she sadly watched the distant colony ship. The retired and active officers saluted the distant form as the countdown continued to the last few seconds.
"…3…2…1…0…Jump!" the intercom said and they jumped away from the debris field leaving behind the dead both ships and people. A few moments later very few debris remained of the lost Megaroad-07.
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/Cries/ Good-Bye Megaroad-07! You did your duty and managed to save a few of your crew and with your death you managed to save a lot more people. Thank You. /salutes/
Yes I know a little too mushy there for a moment, but I was kind of crying during that scene and I hope I managed to do the same to a few of my readers. That said its time for this author to get some sleep! I shall get to work on the next chapter hopefully as soon as I can. I really hope not as long as this chapter took.
Till then Ciao!
