Broken Sanctuary

Staring up at the sky, Mamoru Amachi tried to make sense of what had happened. He had been left on the ground as the enigmatic Rockman had joined battle with Cygnus. And before he knew it things were as if nothing had even happened outside of his bodily displacement. Of course, everything had happened and changed along with it. For a moment Amachi considered his sanity before accepting it all at face value.

Amachi was a sensible man. When his best friend, Daigo, disappeared in what was to be the leap into a new prosperous era in what turned into a catastrophe, he kept going and adapted as well as he could. He worked as hard as everyone and then some to find out what had happened and kept working hard like a man obsessed and everyone of his peers had known why. He and Daigo had done everything together since their time at the university and it was no secret that they were great friends. Moreover Amachi was supposed to have been on that station with Daigo. However fate had played its hand and Amachi got the chance to begin his plans to found Amaken, his own science institute, a chance both he and Daigo wouldn't have refused and under his leadership Amaken got the best possible start. The plan had been for Daigo to join him at Amaken after his little stunt in space was over, but once again fate intervened and the Peace vanished mysteriously. It had been up to Amachi to try to pick up the pieces.

The world had not even stopped mourning the tragedy before another disaster struck. Untold numbers of viruses appeared and caused mayhem upon Earth, who had never experienced such a ferocious cyber attack. For a while chaos reigned the ill-defended planet. In reaction, nations turned to the United Nations. And in contrast to most's expectations, the unimaginable happened. The Satellite Police, as it was coined in a hearing in New York, was created.

Countries the world over formed the own branches of this new corps whose sole objective was to put a stop to the viruses and restore order. Spurred on by the plight, nation helped nation and in a rare moment of cooperation technology flowed freely across borders and an arms race of unparalleled magnitude tipped the scales back in humanity's favor in what was a historical instant. And Amachi had been at the forefront of this development. And when things receded back to normalcy and the people accustomed themselves to this new world with more risks he too had thought things would stay calm.

The Satella Police, which was the Japanese branch's name, had since then taken over most of law enforcement pertaining to cyber affairs and viruses, though often in collaboration with a large number of firms from both the civil sector and state-owned franchises and the local actual police force, whom they answered to. The different Satella Police departments kept up the work across borders, making it more akin to a global organization than law enforcement under independent nations. Some countries had been outspoken on this issue however given the recent success of the corp, they had only managed to consolidate any hold their place. The Satella Police, or the SatPol as they were known some places, were here to stay.

But now these new meta-viruses had once again unmade the balance and made a mockery of the technology they had all labored for and unmade the fragile peace that Amachi had established in his life. They had kidnapped Utagai and at some point in their captivity, he'd been brainwashed. He showed illogical violent behavior highly which was highly unusual for the shy meek scientist. Amachi didn't know what they had done but the Shinsuke Utagai he knew was a trusted colleague and Amachi would dare say he had been that guy's only real friend among a sea of platonic coworker-relations.

Daigo had been his best friend since before he'd pushed him towards the lady of his life in the middle of a night out in town. He would swear it was the only time he'd seen Daigo shy away from anything. Of course, it had never been Daigo's decision anyway as soon as Akane had glanced back. Watching Daigo squirm in front of a confident lady was a sight he'd never forget. He missed those days.

But Amachi was a sensible man. He had all but written both of his friends off as dead. Even if they suddenly came back alive then psychological trauma was still likely. Things wouldn't be the same. Though if he was to be honest, he was coping rather well. He'd only drank himself hammered once after the Peace disappeared. It had been insanely boring and he'd felt rather stupid afterwards, though he could see the appeal. But what he'd learned tonight might just be the final straw in this insanity that had befallen his old friend and family. Just the possibility of Subaru being mixed up in all this frustrated him.

He had to ask Subaru directly.

Though first he'd have to call back to Amaken. He couldn't keep them out of the loop.

Much later at the Hoshikawa household, things were quieting down for the night.

A spare mattress had been folded out in Subaru's room for Misora to use. Fortunately, Akane hadn't asked any uncomfortable questions about Misora and allowed her to stay the night. They were sitting on the mattress talking about how their luck was turning around when Akane stuck her head in.

"I'm going to bed now, kids. Don't stay up too late, you have school tomorrow after all, Subaru," she said before retreating back out.

Misora stood up, still clad in her horrible eye-catching disguise from out of a movie. She had refused all help with sleeping dress. "Well, I suppose your mother is right. I'll go get my things. I won't be long with Harp's help."

On cue she wavechanged into Harp Note.

"Besides I can't wait to see your school with you tomorrow," she winked and Subaru sputtered in surprise. "What? But...-" But she was already gone.

With nothing better to do, Subaru changed into his pajamas. While idly changing, he turned to his transer on his desk.

"So how're you feeling, War-rock?"

"I'm feeling better. I'll be good by morning. Then we can talk." War-rocks voice rumbled from the transer devoid of its usual boister. Then again, neither considered this a joking matter.

Suddenly, everything went dark for Subaru. "Guess who!" the familiar voice of Harp Note sing-songed.

Subaru yelped in surprise and flailed his arms as they toppled over sideways on the mattress.

Rolling out of her grasp he predictably came face to face with Harp Note who was grinning like a fox. She cancelled her transformation which left her in her own pink pajamas.

"Got you," was her response to his look.

Before he got to utter a retort she immediately uttered another nonchalant comment. "You never saw me coming did you? Well, I certainly saw some interesting things."

A wink accentuated her point, however, after a whole night and evening of harmless teasing, Subaru intellectually saw it for the aforementioned teasing it was. However that proved little help as his body had already decided that the proper response to teasing was with rosy cheeks and a unsure stammer to his otherwise impeccable verbal defense of 'I...ehh...no'.

Becoming a total klutz in fewer seconds than his name had syllables in unless he pulled off a miracle turnaround.

In another world or another time, Subaru might have been without a reasonable counter response to her teasing.

Luckily, this Subaru was not that Subaru. This one had much experience dealing with snarkers and other assorted subcategories of the teasing type. What with living with the arguably biggest loudmouth of the herd he was quickly learning the rules of the game. A loudmouth who was stubborn, arrogant, insistent, loud and very much incorporeal. He had tested that one that it was factual in its definition. In addition he had his own mother who'd had years to learn how to press his little buttons just right and apparently pressing them was her biggest weakness. Faced with that on an everyday basis, he would rather not add Misora to that list.

Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice? Perhaps... But you can only keep me fooled for so long!

And she was about to allow Subaru the one thing he'd never really been able to do to his own intangible companion and very sparingly to his mother.

"You have nothing to s - MPFH" Misora's innocent query and blatant teasing was cut short by a the most righteous pillow to the face that Subaru could muster, leaving only shock in its wake and a slightly grinning Subaru.

"No comment really," he said slyly. What was that about brute force not being the perfect way out of a conversation you cannot hope to win?

Misora rebounded quickly, holding the pillow with narrowed eyes, but a smile tugging her lips. "Oh, is this how we're playing? You're-" and promptly received another pillow to the face, toppling her back over on her mattress.

"Sorry, what did you say?" Subaru inquired. And if brute force doesn't work? Apply more force.

He admitted then and there that Misora and War-rock was a corrupting influence on him. Who could have known that teasing was so satisfying?

"You boys and your violence." Misora said as she chucked a pillow which Subaru ducked under just to get the other in the face. Standing over him and looking down at the brunette boy, she gave him the most confident smirk he'd seen from her yet. "Let a girl show you how it's done!"

What followed was a fierce battle for honor and great justice, which ultimately ended with one lone victor after much toil, sweat and surprised yelps from the combatants. But soon, after the initial burst of vindictiveness had worn off, it became frighteningly one-sided. It had after all been a matter of stubbornness, competitiveness and perhaps a glee for the art of pillow-fighting.

Subaru heaved an exhausted sigh, looking up at the ceiling from his spot on the floor. 'I hate teasing. No fun at all.' he thought with a grimace. Now he'd feel lucky to be taken serious again any time soon after this humiliation. He winced involuntary.

Next to him a giggling Misora sat. Said giggling was a byproduct of her poking him in the ribs every now and then, making him wince against his will in response. Very annoying, however by then, he was too tired. Following the better part of valor, he simply endured.

"So what have we learned, Subaru?" She sang.

"Girls are scary.." he said truthfully and earned himself another poke.

"Not quite what I was hoping for, but close enough." Misora said with amusement.

Subaru yawned loudly, which prompted Misora to yawn as well.

"I guess it's time to get some sleep." Misora said. Subaru wholeheartedly agreed.

Snuggling under their each of their respectful covers they bid one another good night before closing their eyes.

In a lowly lit room in an abandoned amusement park, a meeting had been called.

The participants were well-known to each other and they all worked together under the same parameters with the same objectives; They were all here to apprehend War-rock and retrieve the controls to the super weapon Andromeda. They were the Royal Guard of Planet FM. The most elite soldiers under the FM King, Cepheus, handpicked for the job by the king himself.

However, for all their impressive power, skill and cunning, they had one fault as a group. A weakness so blatant yet anathema to them that it had so far gone unnoticed even as each of their attempts at succeeding the mission had failed, time and time again. The problem?

They had no sense of cooperation or duty. The only indication that they held any allegiance to each other was their common boss, whom few held any love for, considering the not-mentioned-but clearly implied join or die mentality of their recruitment. Perhaps that was what made it so unsurprising for the lot of them that in their hunt for a single renegade, they'd had suffered two desertions more.

Yet for one of the meeting, indeed the one who had called it, the joining of minds with the locals of the planet had taught him more than a few valuable lessons. Both about the human way of thinking and of the concept relying on others. Not that he planned to utilize this new knowledge himself. It went against everything he knew and everything he had. It was anathema to his existence and so as a vengeful angel, he set upon exterminating it wherever he found it.

A single spark of it had changed planet FM. Its merest touch had set the planet ablaze with rioting as the new emerging philosophy spread like a black plague. Whispers of the small blue planet, which had seemed so insignificant upon a first glance, could be heard in every corner, even in the royal palace. Examples had to be made. First of this planet, the roots of the problem. The defiant elements would falter when they were shown the inherent weakness of their ill-begotten dogma. And then the King would drown the riot in its own blood. He just needed the Key.

And everything would go back to the way it used to be. He would enforce this return himself if he had to. And when everything was back to normal; then, and only then, would Cygnus finally relax.

But first he needed to deal with Rockman. He had hoped to deal with him alone, however it had failed and left him injured, terribly so even. But he had a plan, however in his current state he needed others to do the dirty work for him. He didn't mind of course. He would relish using them for this.

"Aren't the others coming?" Cancer spoke up. The first words in their silent reunion. Of those who had deigned to show themselves were: Ophiuchus, Crown, Libra, Wolf and Ox.

They were all arranged in a large circle, with several glyphs, one for each called. The ones Cancer referred to were the two unfilled spots. Harp and Gemini had not shown, as Cygnus had expected. If they had, they would be either detained or questioned, the former for Harp who was working with the enemy and the latter for Gemini, who had broken all contact. His reports sent so far had already painted him, them or whatever classified the being known as Gemini, less than amiably. Cygnus didn't let his feelings for those around him affect his reports. However it would be with no small amount of satisfaction that he would send his next rapport after this meeting had adjourned. If this plan worked out, it would be the final nail in Gemini's coffin. And even the plan somehow didn't, Gemini would still pay for his hubris.

"They aren't." Ophiuchus sneered. She was the one who Cygnus had the most respect for. She was deadly, cunning and ruthless. In other words, dangerous almost in definition. And she seemed to barely contain her anger, which was unlike her. Then again, they were all frustrated by their lack of success.

"Buku?" Cancer said in confusion as he was prone to. An indirect plea for elaboration and an instant source of a headache for Cygnus. Whatever Ophiuchus was in Cygnus' mind, it was everything Cancer seemed to lack. However the FM King had personally picked Cancer, and for Cygnus that was enough. And Cancer was as loyal as they came; Something which Cygnus could respect.

"They have deserted, yes? Betrayal most foul. Gemini would have destroyed my haunted ship." Crown supplied. It was no secret that the Crown and Cancer were close allies. At first glance, Cygnus would say that idiots seemed to mutually attract each other, but the case with Crown was that you never knew whether he was simply an idiot, stark raving mad or a genius. It was dangerous to underestimate him. And now that he thought about it, Cancer as he was, shouldn't have survived to hold his current rank. That thought alone, warranted more caution than even Ophiuchus in Cygnus's mind.

"And Harp is helping that human called Misora Hibiki. She got in my way." Ox growled. At the mere mention of Misora Hibiki, Crown and Cancer began shouting furious denials and even sobbing pathetically in Cancer's case. Even as Ox roared in anger at his claim being called into question, Cygnus had to consciously remind himself that these bumbling fools were likely more dangerous than they appeared.

Cygnus had almost no respect for Ox. Sure, he admired him for his strength, for Ox was by no small margin the most powerful of them all. But he admired him as you would a weapon or a tool. Because for Cygnus, that was what Ox was. A crude tool or weapon. And only an idiot would blame a tool for his failures for a tool was just a tool. Or form ridiculous notions of respect for them. The only respect you have for a blade is to make sure you watch its edge.

However if the flash of resent in Ox's eyes he'd seen were any indication, he'd need a bit more respect for what he was planning. And the way he'd arrived with alongside Wolf was another oddity. The two were alike in many respects and even temperament, but they had always come off as bitter rivals. If they had formed an alliance themselves, then it made both much more volatile to deal with, as they would grow much bolder. For if Ox was the most powerful, then Wolf was the most destructive. A dangerous combo and an even bigger headache.

"Cygnus," Wolf said impatiently, interrupting the scuffle which threatened to break out, "I hope you have a reason for calling us here beyond sharing of information. I would rather not waste time, which I could spend searching for a new host."

Cygnus smiled. They could finally move to the matter at hand. And Cygnus couldn't have asked for a better prompt to begin.

"My name is Cygnus Wing in this form," Cygnus chided. Right now, he was above any of them, for unlike them, he had a human host. "And I understand your frustration with your... soul-searching. But I assure you, that is all about to change."

"You imply a) You have found suitable hosts for us or b) You have a plan with which we can succeed without a host." Libra stated. Cygnus enjoyed working with Libra. Unlike the others, Libra seemed to hold no mysteries. Always blatant and forthcoming. He was not a threat and a great resource, which more than counterbalanced his lack of ambition and his impartiality. In a way, this transparency had served both Libra and his superiors well. He'd never control his fate, unlike Cygnus and would thusly always be among the ranks of the expendable. But there were degrees of expendability. A willing pawn was better than an unruly suspicious one as most FM-ians were.

"C) I have something else in mind. I have a plan, that will cripple the whole planet, lure out a wounded Rockman and restore your power all before dawn tomorrow. And all I need from you is to follow my every command."

As expected the meeting instantly devolved into angry shouts and swears. And Cygnus just stood there, grinning at their accusations of insanity and worse. They would keep making an uproar, until he showed them the new machine he'd made with the use of his human puppet. First they mocked him, then they listened.

And in the end, they all accepted.

"Subaru? Are you asleep?" Misora asked in almost a whisper.

"No, not yet," He turned in his bed to look in her direction. Not that he could see anything in the darkness. "What is it?"

"It's just I'm glad we've become friends like this. We are friends, right?" She asked tentatively.

"Yes, we are, Misora. If it's alright with you." Subaru answered. "I'm glad too. With you, I'm sure we will get through all this somehow, as long as we stick together."

Even in the darkness her contented smile was visible. Then surprise registered as he was hefted off his feet from his bed. He could not see who or what was lifting him up, but he quickly realized why. An EM being. However this was the worst possible time.

"Misora!" He heard the worried call from Harp and saw Misora dangling in the air in a similar way. Just like the intruders, he couldn't see her either. Then their assailants made their faces known and Subaru was staring into the blank expression of the white Gemini Spark. His black counterpart was holding up Misora who struggled in his vice-like grip.

"How sweet! Annoying humans talking about being pathetic," Black said snidely. He turned to Subaru. "Surprised to see us here? We've known who you were for quite some time. Did you really think you could hide? It was all to easy to simply wait for you weaklings to give us an opportunity for us to make our move. Hell, you didn't even notice us till we were in the room."

"You know what we want, War-rock," White said monotonously, as if bored with the whole thing. "Give us the Andromeda Key or we'll kill everyone."

"And don't even try to fight us," Black said calmly. "From what we've seen, you're not even fit to fight, War-rock. And Harp isn't much better off. And even if she was at peak condition she'd be no match for us. That is if you ever made it as far as to transform."

"You bastards..." War-rock cursed from the transer on his desk. Things were bad. Gemini Spark had caught them completely flatfooted and they all knew it. But Subaru couldn't allow them to get the Andromeda Key. If they did then it was game over for planet Earth. So it was a moot point.

"Don't give them anything, War-roo-ock-" He was cut off by White violently shaking him.

"Shut up if you know what's good for you," White whispered dangerously. "Here's what you get for mouthing off."

Subaru prepared himself, but instead of anything he'd expect, White just nodded at his partner, Black, who gave Misora a sucker-punch. Misora instantly stopped struggling as she lost all air in her lungs and began gasping for air that just wouldn't come.

Subaru would have called out to her, but White clamped a hand over his mouth, shushing him.

"Ah ah ah! No yelling," He chided. "Wouldn't want to wake up your mother, now would we? Who knows what might happen to her. Let her sleep peacefully."

"Same goes for you," Black said to the slowly recovering Misora. She glared at him with more hatred than Subaru had ever witnessed from the usually go-lucky girl.

"Uh, what a scary face," Black laughed mockingly. "However it changes nothing. If we don't get that key then you're all dying tonight. In that case, the only question would be who first? How about the so-called hero?"

Her glare intensified, but she didn't say anything.

"Ah, much better. Good girl," Black patronized her. "But don't worry. If we get the key, nobody will have to die."

"Bullshit!" War-rock spat at them. "You'll just kill us once you've got what you want and then you'll be on your way. Or you'll just destroy the planet once you have the Key."

"We could do that, it's true," White answered. "But we won't."

"Don't take this the wrong way. You are inferior in every way, but you can be of some use for us alive in spite of how pathetic you all are." Black sneered at them. "First of all, we don't care about this planet either way. So I'm willing to ignore it if you play nice. As for you personally though, we won't let you live out of the goodness of our hearts. We need you alive to distract Cygnus and the rest of the merry band of idiots while we make our get away. That only requires you staying alive. Even if you deny having the key, they won't believe you. Meanwhile we'll go for what we've really been after all along."

"And that is?" War-rock prompted.

"As if I'll tell you. It should be obvious, but I guess not," Black said. "Humans are such weak creatures. You can hurt them just by causing pain to those close to them and this seems to be true for your host as well. It seems you have for whatever reason adopted that same weakness."

"You're free to be weak for all I care, as it might make our job here easier," he said condescendingly. "Now are you going to start talking or shall I make this girl start singing? Then we'll see what happens from there. Or perhaps it only works on you if it's Subaru who's being hurt?"

"Don't you dare hurt her," Subaru said threateningly. Black seemed none too impressed.

"Stop flaunting your weaknesses. It's embarrassing to watch," Black sneered. "Now for your answer, War-rock?"

War-rock glanced around uncertainly. "I don't trust you to uphold your end of any deal... I cannot risk it."

Surprisingly coolly and collected, Black just nodded in understanding.

"So our word is not enough?" he inquired.

"Your word has cost enough people their lives already. I won't hand over the Andromeda key over something as flimsy as your word," War-rock said, shaking his head on the screen.

For Subaru, the discussion almost felt too civil for negotiations for superweapons held at gunpoint. However, said condition of being held at gunpoint, held him from uttering any such grievance.

"Well, I suppose we'll have to make our intentions clear. Then all will be understood," White spoke up with a detached expression. "We said we need you alive because we need you to distract Cygnus, right?"

He didn't wait for an answer.

"Cygnus and his various cronies keep sending regular reports back to FM planet. And if this planet just stopped existing without getting a proper report from Cygnus, who has likely already reported our little desertion, then we won't be able to sneak up on the Cepheus while he's distracted by the rebellion at home. So there you have it, your pathetic world survives because it is needed that way."

"You plan to kill Cepheus?" Harp stammered in shock.

"And take his throne. Cliché, we know," Black responded in a bored tone. "Many have failed, however we'll be using Andromeda against him. So what is it going to be? Your lives or that of Cepheus, War-rock? Don't tell me that after all this, then you will sell your life to protect Cepheus."

To their obvious elation, War-rock adopted a thoughtful frown. It meant he was stressed, but also that he was seriously considering handing over the Key.

"Very well," War-rock finally answered. The black and white twins let their hostages drop to the floor and turned to the transer on the computer. They actually looked surprised for a moment. To be fair, so was Subaru.

"No..." Subaru said lowly. He couldn't believe War-rock would do that. Didn't he know that bad guys never held their promises? Maybe he had a plan? He had to have one or they were toast. It would only be a question of when.

"Good," Black said slowly. "Brace yourself. I'm coming in there," he warned before he entered Subaru's transer. For a few seconds, nothing happened as the silence dragged on. The White Gemini glanced around absentmindedly.

But much too soon Black was back out again holding a small item, which resembled a key chain with a chained glass bauble on it. Inside the glass orb a deep purple energy swirled ominously around and the room grew several degrees colder by its mere presence alone. The Andromeda key.

The thing reeked of something unnatural and instead of spreading light as would be expected from strange light source, Subaru felt the room grew darker and the shadows longer. He felt his skin crawl and an urge to either destroy the thing or get away from it, out where its presence wouldn't haunt him.

"It seems our business is done here," Black said, showing off his unholy prize. With but a nod from his white counterpart, they disappeared with a small flash. As soon as it had come, the depressing aura lifted, leaving behind two shocked kids.

"War-rock, why did you hand it over?" Subaru asked as he and Misora picked themselves off the floor.

"I had no choice," War-rock said. "I don't trust them any more than you do, but I couldn't have hid the Andromeda Key from them if they had gone into the transer. The key had all along been inside me. I can usually suppress it, but I'm too weak right now. I barely managed to keep it hidden from Cygnus."

"I was such a fool!" he growled in a frustrated tone. "I thought that by hiding it inside my own body I would always have it handy and if I were defeated, well, then I would be dead anyway and wouldn't care for the key. So stupid! And now it's all over! By the time I've recovered enough to fight, they'll be half way back to FM. And it will only take them a matter of hours to destroy Earth."

Subaru cocked his head. He certainly couldn't disagree that it had been stupid in hindsight, but that wasn't important anymore. War-rock had done the logical given his situation and tried to keep them all alive. It wouldn't help anyone if they died to keep the key away from Gemini and Gemini would just find the key when they had killed War-rock or simply went near him. This way, they at least might have a chance at... something. Using that chance was what mattered now, if they and the planet were to survive intact.

It struck him quite suddenly. The whole planet. If they did nothing then Earth would left to the whims of a pair of untrustworthy maniacal twins. That couldn't be good. Though even as Subaru steeled his resolve, he felt a deep pit in his stomach. And he didn't know if his hand was shaking uncontrollably due to leftover fear or adrenalin. There was a high chance they wouldn't survive this.

Misora was doing worse though. She was taking in every doom-laden word that War-rock said and she looked fearful and unresponsive. Maybe she was still shocked over the events that just transpired. Whatever it was, Subaru needed her to snap out of it. He made her way over to her, however as soon as he got within grabbing distance she flung herself at him, burying her head in his shoulder.

"There, there," Subaru said lamely. "You were really brave back there."

He didn't know the first thing about consoling girls. But if it would help Misora, then he would do what he could to help her, as her friend and ally. Even if her hug was uncomfortably constricting as he circled his hand on her back in a soothing motion as his mother had once done.

To his surprise he saw tears on her cheeks.

"You don't know that!" she sniffled. "I was so scared! I really thought we were going to die."

Subaru decided against telling her that they still might. So instead he just held her. It all seemed like a cruel joke. They had only learned of the importance of their struggles tonight and then before they really knew it, they had already lost. So what would happen now? What do you do and what matters if the world was going to end?

Misora stared him straight in the eye. "Subaru, I have to tell you something. If this is the end..."

She hesitated and drew to stop.

Before Subaru could answer or Misora could continue, his transer vibrated, signalling both an incoming email and an end to War-rock's self-depreciating tirade as the alien processed the new information.

Whatever had been on Misora's mind seemed to have passed, as she untangled herself and stood back to dry her eyes. Just in time for War-rock's shocking exclamation.

"The FM-ians have attacked and taken control of the satellites control station! All three of them."

But he didn't stop there. "The message is sent by... The AM Sages?!"

A/N: Hi, readers. I am still alive, well and active. Albeit a slower writer than ever. In case anyone was wondering, this is still my main story! I might put it on break after I've finished my first 'season', but that won't be for long. And that's still a few chapters away. Even so, I'd never stop it even if it seems that way. I wish to promise that the next update will be here shortly, but I really don't have that much faith in myself. :)

I'm making some liberal changes and assumptions with the whole verse, I hope they're well received and seem acceptable. If you have any questions or remarks, feel free to review or send me a PM. I will try to answer as best as I can. I actually get my best ideas while corresponding with people. Things should hopefully get interesting now. We're entering the End Game.

If you're not answered after a few days, feel free to ask me again. I'm a bit scatterbrained, so a nudge can help.^^