Repmet- Just so every one knows, were cutting the fucking space travel time
thingy, so it dosen't tae Ender about 50 years to get to earth.
Fluff- I love this story oh and sorry in advance for all the spelling mistakes.
Repmet- I love to curse.
Fluff- We do not own any Ender's game characters, even though we do own Ender and Poke.
Repmet- Anyone who tries to sue will be counter sued by my layer and lose, naturally.
Fluff- Thanks
Repmet- Oh yeah, all flames will be used to melt led that will be molded into bluets for sum-machineguns and shot at the Talleyban. (Prepare to be terminated).
Fluff- Thanks again.
Bean sat in a chair a crossed from Petra's Bed, They were at the Hosbittle in New York. Petra had gone into labor and Mrs. Wiggens had rushed them to the emergency room. After the resent attack on the Heggiemon Headquarters in South America, it had been moved to the US. Petra and Bean had left their cozy bungle and flown to New York to answer a call graph had made to them, when Petra's water broke they were visiting the Wiggens. Petra had given birth to a beautiful baby boy, name Ender Julian Delphiki and a healthy girl named Poke Carlotta Delphiki. Petra was asleep, the two babies snoozing in her arms. Bean shock his head, wondering how he could love such small things. He finished his email and clicked the send button. Almost emitly he got the unmistakable mail elert 'You've got mail'. The sound was enugh to wake Petra, but not the twins. She stirred and opened her eyes. She beamed at Bean and asked weakly.
"Is that a yes?"
"I don't know.' Said bean flatly, his cursor poised over the new mail, ready for him to read. The door creaked open and a nurse walked in followed closely by Peter. The nurse to the babies from Petra, promising she would get them back. Peter closed the door behind the nurse and tossed some flowers to Petra.
"Hey." He said dully. Bean clicked on the read email button. "Have you heard from." His voice trailed off, he didn't want to say his brother's name.
"He's coming back.' Said Bean after scanning the email in one swift glance.
Peter took a deep breath. "Any thing else?" Privately he hoped that Valentine would come with him, hoped that she would want to see him one last time.
"Just him, no one else." Bean answer Peter's unasked question.
Damn, Peter thought. "Good." He said contradicting himself out loud.
"He asked if the letter from Graff held any message beside the obvious one." Bean said almost laughing.
'Well tell the little fucker no god damn it! You fuckers named the fucking baby after him and now the poor fucking baby has a fucking curse!" Peter burst out.
"Yes Peter." Petra said shacking her head, laughing with Bean.
"Did he even bother asking why we need him?' Peter asked sitting on the edge of Petra's bed.
"I think he knows." Bean said leaning back in his chair and starring at the lap top.
"How would he know?" Peter asked scornfully.
"Because he isn't stupid, he would know." Bean said stonily.
"How would the little Fuck know? He's Been in space for two years and then he's been on that damned planet for two fucking years!" Peter said exasperated.
"Fuck you Peter." Petra said scornfully to him.
"Nice upbringing your kids will have, 'mommy I want a fucking apple now god damn it!''' Peter said almost laughing.
"Ender is bound to have axis to all the web sites on the war. He'll know that Russia's about to send us into a fucking Ice age! He would know that China was smashed on their first attack on Russia, the Indian revaluation can't be new to him. And he'll know that Alie is have a hell of a time reuniting all the Islamic countries under one Caliph. He's not stupid jack ass." Bean shot at Peter.
Peter shut up. "What's the US's possession?" He asked, as if half of what Bean had said was new to him.
"Curently, they're not involved, but they are the only ones with the fire power and the weapons to take down Russia.' Bean said.
"Europe?"
"They're already joining Russia as we speak. The Russia government bribed the council to take 'back' the America's 'when they won." Bean answered looking daggers at Peter.
"Oh." Said Peter.
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Ender read Bean's email over and over again on the shuttle to earth.
From: I_killed_Achilles@midgets.com To: Ender_Wiggen@Lochhouse.com
Bio: Dear Si-Ender, we need you on earth, no hidden messages, just plain and simple, we need you. If you don't come the earth is likely to be thrown into a second ice age. You don't have to see you parents or Peter, I know it's emotional for you, I don't want to go there. The point is, if you don't come the only people left on this fucking planet will be Russian's and Eskimos.
So, of corse Ender had come, what else could he have done. His shuttle landed. Ender took open deep breath, snapped closed his laptop and stood up.
Fluff- I love this story oh and sorry in advance for all the spelling mistakes.
Repmet- I love to curse.
Fluff- We do not own any Ender's game characters, even though we do own Ender and Poke.
Repmet- Anyone who tries to sue will be counter sued by my layer and lose, naturally.
Fluff- Thanks
Repmet- Oh yeah, all flames will be used to melt led that will be molded into bluets for sum-machineguns and shot at the Talleyban. (Prepare to be terminated).
Fluff- Thanks again.
Bean sat in a chair a crossed from Petra's Bed, They were at the Hosbittle in New York. Petra had gone into labor and Mrs. Wiggens had rushed them to the emergency room. After the resent attack on the Heggiemon Headquarters in South America, it had been moved to the US. Petra and Bean had left their cozy bungle and flown to New York to answer a call graph had made to them, when Petra's water broke they were visiting the Wiggens. Petra had given birth to a beautiful baby boy, name Ender Julian Delphiki and a healthy girl named Poke Carlotta Delphiki. Petra was asleep, the two babies snoozing in her arms. Bean shock his head, wondering how he could love such small things. He finished his email and clicked the send button. Almost emitly he got the unmistakable mail elert 'You've got mail'. The sound was enugh to wake Petra, but not the twins. She stirred and opened her eyes. She beamed at Bean and asked weakly.
"Is that a yes?"
"I don't know.' Said bean flatly, his cursor poised over the new mail, ready for him to read. The door creaked open and a nurse walked in followed closely by Peter. The nurse to the babies from Petra, promising she would get them back. Peter closed the door behind the nurse and tossed some flowers to Petra.
"Hey." He said dully. Bean clicked on the read email button. "Have you heard from." His voice trailed off, he didn't want to say his brother's name.
"He's coming back.' Said Bean after scanning the email in one swift glance.
Peter took a deep breath. "Any thing else?" Privately he hoped that Valentine would come with him, hoped that she would want to see him one last time.
"Just him, no one else." Bean answer Peter's unasked question.
Damn, Peter thought. "Good." He said contradicting himself out loud.
"He asked if the letter from Graff held any message beside the obvious one." Bean said almost laughing.
'Well tell the little fucker no god damn it! You fuckers named the fucking baby after him and now the poor fucking baby has a fucking curse!" Peter burst out.
"Yes Peter." Petra said shacking her head, laughing with Bean.
"Did he even bother asking why we need him?' Peter asked sitting on the edge of Petra's bed.
"I think he knows." Bean said leaning back in his chair and starring at the lap top.
"How would he know?" Peter asked scornfully.
"Because he isn't stupid, he would know." Bean said stonily.
"How would the little Fuck know? He's Been in space for two years and then he's been on that damned planet for two fucking years!" Peter said exasperated.
"Fuck you Peter." Petra said scornfully to him.
"Nice upbringing your kids will have, 'mommy I want a fucking apple now god damn it!''' Peter said almost laughing.
"Ender is bound to have axis to all the web sites on the war. He'll know that Russia's about to send us into a fucking Ice age! He would know that China was smashed on their first attack on Russia, the Indian revaluation can't be new to him. And he'll know that Alie is have a hell of a time reuniting all the Islamic countries under one Caliph. He's not stupid jack ass." Bean shot at Peter.
Peter shut up. "What's the US's possession?" He asked, as if half of what Bean had said was new to him.
"Curently, they're not involved, but they are the only ones with the fire power and the weapons to take down Russia.' Bean said.
"Europe?"
"They're already joining Russia as we speak. The Russia government bribed the council to take 'back' the America's 'when they won." Bean answered looking daggers at Peter.
"Oh." Said Peter.
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Ender read Bean's email over and over again on the shuttle to earth.
From: I_killed_Achilles@midgets.com To: Ender_Wiggen@Lochhouse.com
Bio: Dear Si-Ender, we need you on earth, no hidden messages, just plain and simple, we need you. If you don't come the earth is likely to be thrown into a second ice age. You don't have to see you parents or Peter, I know it's emotional for you, I don't want to go there. The point is, if you don't come the only people left on this fucking planet will be Russian's and Eskimos.
So, of corse Ender had come, what else could he have done. His shuttle landed. Ender took open deep breath, snapped closed his laptop and stood up.