Epilogue

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"Hey, guys..." a young RAmar says as he points to an island in the distance. "Is that where we're landing"

"Huh" A blue-haired HUnewearl gets up and makes her way over to his side, ignoring the fact that the landing craft is still in-flight. "You mean the little one there"

"Yeah." The RAmar looks at the map in his hand. "I think that's it..."

"That's the island alright, so just calm down, kid" a large, muscled technician looks over from his seat behind the RAmar. "We'll be down there in a bit anyway."

"Wasn't there an expedition that went down there some years ago" the HUnewearl asks.

"Not that I know of...but then again, they don't tell us techies anything..." The technician looks out the window as the craft plummets, rapidly losing altitude as it prepares to make a landing.

"Uh..." the HUnewearl remarks shakily. "Aren't we coming in a bit fas" She grips the RAmar's headrest suddenly, as she is cut off by the impact of landing.

THHUNNN...

...krrr...rrr.r...rgg...r.h.r...g...

"Kinda...bum...bumpy...land...di...ding..." the RAmar shouts as he is tossed around in his seat. The HUnewearl, who was still standing beside him, is now hanging onto his headrest for dear life, and as the landing craft finally slows, she sinks to the ground, exhausted.

"YOU COULD HAVE TOLD US WE WERE APPROACHING LANDING, YOU KNOW" she shouts as the two pilots open the cockpit access door.

"Yeesh, calm down, catlady." The pilot, a HUcast with a emotio-system full of sarcasm and grit, says as he pushes his way past her. Although still infuriated, she backs down from the large Android twice her height and thrice her size, and they slowly spill out of the craft, shaken but alive.

"One hell of a landing, Telron..." his co-pilot, a light red HUcaseal, remarks quietly.

"Ah, cool it. Besides, everything's intact, right"

"Barely...jeez, you could have broken the transporter, and then what" she asks him, under her breath so the others won't add their two-sense in.

"Ah, so what? Just fly up and get another..."

"If it makes it back up there..."

The HUcast backs down in silence as they begin to remove the large transporter unit from the cargo bay of the landing craft. Setting it down near the treeline, they then unload the twelve crates that contain its various generator and teleporter parts, as well as a few extra snacks that the technician crew packed. The large technician, seeing them unload one of their crates, pops it open and grabs out some ice pops and cola. "Anyone care for a drink"

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As the tech crew works for about an hour or so, they set up the warping device, and as they finally test it and get it working, they drag it over to the edge of the forest, under some shade, before they finally begin to relax.

"So...after all that...anyone want to go for a swim" the burly technician asks.

"Ah, sure, why not...looks like a nice day out..." she ponders, before adding"I'll be just a sec. Gonna change outta this stuff..." She wanders off, by some trees and shrubbery, before finally deciding that she is concealed enough to change her outfit.

As she is putting her lighter, nylon top on, however, she notices a large, blackish bug...

"Yeep" she says, startled, as she jumps back. She observes it for a bit. "Doesn't look like a bug, though..." she notes, softly...

"You alright" a call comes from up the beach.

"I'm fine" she shouts back, as she kneels to look more closely at it.

"A...Mag" she wonders to herself, seeing now that the bug is most certainly not a bug, instead having a badly-worn metallic shell and a set of yellow lights for eyes...except that it looks as if the lights have been dead for some time.

It waddles its way out of its little shelter, dragging with it a badly-worn box of Dimate pills.

"Hey...where'd you come from, little guy" And just as suddenly, she stops.

Right in front of her, hidden in the fallen leaves, the body of a worn, dull pink Android of sorts, is leaned up against the tree. Its body badly rusted, and its frame in shambles, it looks like it had gone through a battle...or several...

The little black Mag then slowly scoots atop its frame, tugging at two data disks tucked under the android's right hand.

"Was she...your master" she asks as she pulls the disks free of the dead android's hand.

It only taps the dead frame, several times...

"I'm sorry..." she remarks sadly as she holds the disks. "I'm afraid I can't fix her..."

It only nods, and crawls back beneath the hand that had sheltered it for some time now, returning to sleep.

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Owari.

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