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A/N: BIG ANNOUNCEMENT! Due to the rise in its popularity (i.e. more reviews) Heim Rada Honeymoon: Extended Edition is in the works. It includes a second, more… experienced lemon in which Monica is on top!

For those of you who don't know, Heim Rada Honeymoon is a tastefully written lemon oneshot by me, the pairing being Maxica (Max x Monica), soon to become a twoshot, due to the recent rise of reviews. Many of them are anonymous so I can't reply to them personally, but I would like to issue a public thanks… Thanks! It's in the M-rated section because it is a lemon. For anyone who does not know what a lemon is, it is a graphic sex scene.

On with Chapter 9.

Chapter 9: The Jam-Force One The Trial of Claire Need

Diago's POV

Diago felt the cool water splash his body, and saw several oddly shaped, blue and brown faces looking down at him as he lay in the surf. One of the creatures made a noise that signaled the others to leave him be, as a green-skinned man with peculiar hair and rather bad teeth extended a hand to help him up.

"Greetings, stranger." Said the man, clad in a strange yellow outfit, while helping him up. "Greetings and welcome to the Blackdragon Islands. My name is Dr. Ogden Jaming… Do you speak English… or Shigura perhaps?" he added with a chuckle.

"Ogden… Jaming… I know you, you're that scientist guy in all the textbooks." Diago observed, still a bit disoriented.

Was any of that real?

"Oh, so you do speak English! Good… I'm sorry, did you say textbooks?" Jaming asked quizzically.

"Yeah. You're that guy who perfected aeroharmonics, about one hundred years ago." Diago didn't notice how oddly his statement had come out until he'd said it.

Jaming puzzled for a moment. "You must be from the future, if you know that! How did you get her, do tell!"

"Whoa, back off old man! I just washed up on shore, I'm hungry and these stupid dragons of yours won't leave me alone!" He said, brushing off the young Shigura that kept nuzzling his arm.

Jaming looked annoyed. "These 'stupid dragons', as you so crudely put it, are called Shigura. This is their nesting ground, the Blackdragon Islands." Jaming proclaimed turning toward the rising sun.

"Look, I'm all for natural beauty and whatnot, but I really need some food. That and I need to make it to a town called Palm Brinks ASAP. I have something I have to… take care of there." Said Diago.

"Very well. The only human food on the islands consists of fruit and wild boar. I have some boar jerky in my smokehouse around back. I'll go and fetch you some. Shingala, tend to our guest." He spoke the final sentence into a shell-shaped walkie-talkie. The blue Shigura did as he was told.

Two hours later…

So… much… jerky… so… full… but it's so… good… couldn't possibly… eat anymore… perhaps… just one more piece… or two… or ten… WHAT! IT'S ALL GONE! NO MORE JERKY! NO MORE DELICIOUS, DRIED, SALTED BOAR!

Dr. Jaming's POV

"The poor boy's been in the smokehouse for the past two hours. I wonder if he's choked or fallen asleep or something dreadful like that." Jaming said to Shingala through the shell-talkie. "If one were to fall asleep in the smokehouse… they'd be smoked."

Jaming opened the door of the smokehouse to find Diago asleep on the floor. "Come now, did you really have to eat all of my jerky?" Jaming said with a smile and a chuckle.

"So much jerky. It' hurts!" Diago groaned.

"You know, you shouldn't have eaten so much, it's not good for you."

Dumb ass…

"You said you wanted to go to Palm Brinks." Jaming offered.

"Yeah…" Diago pulled himself up.

"Very well, I'm sure my friend Shingala can handle things while I'm away. Can't you Shingala." He stroked the dragon's nose. "Come! To the Jam-Force One!"

"The what now!" Diago asked with more than a hint of anxiety in his voice.

"My personal aeroharmonically powered jet. It can travel up to 200 miles per hour. Which is good, seeing as Palm Brinks is approximately 700 miles away."

"Is it safe?" Diago asked, even nervier than before.

"Is it safe?" Jaming chuckled. He pushed a button and a large, blue and yellow jet-ski type thing flew in out of the sky.

"Behold! The Jam-Force One! The height of aeroharmonic technology!" Jaming pressed another button and the hatch of the ship popped up, making a high screeching noise.

"I reiterate, is it safe!"

"Why wouldn't it be?"

"Well… by the look and sound of it… THAT THING'S A SCREAMING METAL DEATH TRAP!" Diago yelled.

"Do I look dead to you." Jaming said with a friendly smile. "Don't answer that." He quickly added. He grabbed Diago by the arm and a tractor beam pulled him and Diago into the Jam-Force One. Within seconds, the machine had lifted off the ground and was rapidly picking up speed. "Fasten your seatbelt."

"There are no seatbelts!" said Diago.

"Oh, that's right." Jaming chuckled again as the machine began to reach breakneck speeds.

Claire's POV

It all happened so fast. My father's death. Raven's arrival. My… daughter. It couldn't be true… could it? I mean… Max and Monica did the time travel thing a few months ago, but I never understood exactly how they did it. Mr. Cedric tried to explain it to me a couple times, but I never really got it. Something about an atlas. The girl had black hair… black like Diago's. Does that mean… me and Diago are going to… Claire blushed wildly at the thought. Oh, Daddy. How am I ever going to get by without you. Ever since Mom died, you were all I had. Now you're dead. Worst of all, everyone thinks I did it. I guess I can't blame them. The knife was in my hand. How did that happen. Raven told me she couldn't tell me without screwing up the time stream. This whole thing is freaking the hell out of me. It doesn't matter. It can't be true. I'm going on trial. Judge Carthwright has put over twenty defendants to death in his career. His five year career. That's right. That's four executions a year. The sick part. It's perfectly legal and he's scared off every defense attorney he's ever gone up against. I'm going to die. I'll never live to get married, let alone have children. Raven's just a some lunatic stalker who thinks I'm her mother.

This is the first entry in my journal of the upcoming events.

My name is Claire Need. And I am about to die.

A/N: No G.A.Y. rally tonight. Two reasons. One. Lacking inspiration. Two. I just want to let this somber little passage sink in. I thought it was a good follow-up to the funny little section with Diago and Jaming. Please review.

Now and Forever

Oracle Master