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A servant emerged from the shadowed hallway leading to his personal dinning room. He never bothered to learn their names, although faces did stick out to him once in a while. This one however, did not. They simply presented his light meal, bowed respectfully, then left, all without saying a word.

On many an occasion, he would've preferred some chatter, but not at this moment. His personal war had begun to take it's toll. Of course, from the day he began walkiig this path, he knew none of it would be simple. Ten years of planning and waiting spoke volumes of it, but the combined stress of the entire resistance began to weigh down on him heavily during the last few weeks.

There was so much to be done and so little time to do it that he often doubted if he should even allow himself such small moments of respite as this one. But, as passing out from staying sleepless too long on numerous days had made abundantly clear, he was still human. He could not push himself too far, otherwise all he had strived to achieve could collapse around him.

As he quietly sated his basic needs however, other thoughts frequently slipped into his mind. Moments of doubt were among the most common. Fleeting as they were, it was a tempting prospect, returning to the simplicity of his old life. He was certain none knew who he was properly, and should they do, he could easily dispose of them before going into hiding, emerging when everything was safe once more.

He sighed. That'd be the day. Even if he could go back so easily, there could be no return in his mind. He had been enlightened of things in ways so few of his fellow people ever were. Backing down now would be a betrayal of everything he sought to achieve, and everything he'd come to believe in. It would be betrayal of one's self, of his own nature, so stray thoughts they remained, prevalent as they were.

Fortunately, or perhaps, unfortunately, he was interrupted by the sound of heavy footfalls echoing through the darkened hallway. He knew of several things which could make such noise, but only one presently being there made sense. His suspicions were proven correct as he witnessed the massive form of his Space Marines compatriot emerge from the pathway.

He knew from the beginning that earning the support of the converted Astartes would be instrumental to his plans, but the majority of the Legions were...unacceptable, to put it mildly. It did not help matters that any who worshiped a single one of the Powers usually indulged in that aspect to the point of complete madness.

That made only two Legions possibly compliant with his standards: the Word Bearers and the Black Legion. But neither of them were particularly known for their sanity either. That was when he had been informed of a certain splinter warband by some of his traveling acolytes.

"Zeno," the Marine's voice, gruff and brutish as always, shook him from his recollection.

"Xephos," he responded in kind.

Xephos was certainly a far cry from the rest of his Legion. While still a ruthless pragmatic super soldier bred only for war, there was yet cunning and intelligence in his mind where so many of his brethren had been reduced to screaming maniacs. More to the point, he possessed some level of moderation in his veneration of their patrons, which for a Chaos Marine was nearly unheard of.

In other words, a perfect pawn for his plan.

Of course, Zeno had no delusions about the Marine's true loyalty. The moment he did anything that might appear as treachery, he had no doubts he would be disposed of almost immediately. Talking to him therefore needed to be approached with some caution, albeit he was sure he had earned a bit of immunity to his usual wrath by now.

"I presume you have news for me?"

"Do not take me for one of your common messengers, Zeno."

"Hmm, I presume bad news then?"

He could practically feel the hateful glare Xephos gave him through his helmet, but he remained silent. He allowed himself the tiniest of smirks underneath his cowl, but recognized that pushing any further would be pointlessly aggravating the situation.

"I will have to have one of the servitors cut your tongue one of these days. But, now that you have mentioned it, I do have rather...unfavorable reports coming in."

"Oh? I presumed your Marines would've already annihilated any resistance by this point."

"Had we been dealing with a conventional enemy as expected, they certainly would. However, the White Scars are anything but conventional," Xephos paused for a moment before continuing. "However, there is one other factor that has contributed int our stalling. The one true crux in our plans."

Zeno had to think about it for only a few moments before he remembered who Xephos was talking about.

"The Custodian?"

A nod confirmed his suspicion.

"But, your men had the numerical superiority, not to mention the element of surprise. Could he not have been downed in one fell swoop?"

"Do you forget who we are dealing with, Zeno?"

"Of course not. I have heard the legends, but I do take them with a grain of salt, as with all Imperial propaganda. They are mighty warriors, I have no doubt, but your warband should have no trouble dispatching a single one of them."

"And that is where your supposed enlightenment fails oh so spectacularly, Zeno, for in every lie, there is the tiniest hints of a truth. And in attempting to play the skeptic, you have blinded yourself to the possibility that some lies contain far more truth than others."

"And just what do you intend to say to me exactly?"

"That you have not seen a Custodian in battle," while Xephos' tone had been getting increasingly aggravated by the escalation of the argument, as he said those words, it was eerily calm. "They are the Talons of the Emperor for a reason. Few have been the battles where they have been found the numerically superior force, and fewer still the battle they have lost. A lone Custodian is a killing machine entirely different from an Astartes warrior. They are not merely engines of destruction, they are skilled saboteurs, spies, infiltrators and much, much more."

"You sound as if you have had firsthand experience with them," Zeno knew Xephos was incredibly ancient. Possibly as ancient as Horus' rebellion itself, if the tales he himself told were to be believed. This attitude only further compounded his theory, seeing as the Custodians had not wandered outside the Imperial Palace since the Heresy.

"I have. And I assure you that none of the legends you've been fed by the Imperial bureaucracy are incorrect. Exaggerated, perhaps, but the Custodians are the pinnacle of the Emperor's engineering, sans the Primarchs themselves."

"Then why were you so calm the last time we discussed this?"

"Because I had my own doubts then. The notion of a Custodian being here is ridiculous. I thought my men might very well have misreported, especially considering their rather compromised mental states at times. But, now that an entire squad on the cusp of victory has suddenly vanished..." he paused for a moment. "My suspicions have been all but obliterated."

"Can you stop this Custodian?" the question rang out throughout the cavernous room, seeming to deafen everything else for reasons even Zeno could not place.

"I am...unsure," that was a first. In all his years, Zeno would've never imagined a Chaos Marine displaying hesitation, least of all Xephos. He had to actively try in holding his expression neutral for worry of aggravating him further. "What I am certain on is that you will need to hasten your procedures, Zeno. My men are spread thin battling the other Astartes as it is."

"The ritual is very...intricate. You know that. We cannot afford to suffer another critical failure like the one several weeks ago."

"That does not change the fact that our situation requires it speeding it up. Fail to deliver, and I will leave you to die like a dog at the Imperials' hands."

"That, Xephos, always has been a note on my mind."

"Good," he began departing towards the tunnel, before turning his head one final time. "You will do better to promote it to active encouragement."

He disappeared down the darkened passage, leaving Zeno with nothing but his thoughts. He mused that this was the umpteenth day he had not desired to finish his meal.

The tenseness in the air could've probably been picked up by a fly. The group was moving in silence through the dense urban jungle, Kronos obviously placed in front. He might've been their most valuable asset, but he was also the only of them guaranteed to not die after a single well-placed Bot round. Sometimes he wished the Machine Cult had gone through the effort of outfitting all Marines with Terminator armor.

A thud in the back of the group alerted all 4 of them, but it turned out it was only Batu dropping his Heavy Bolter, opting to continue with his Bolt Pistol while stomping on the discarded weapon, crumbling it. Receiving their inquisitive stares, he decided to respond.

"I can't exactly wield a weapon like that with one arm. I'm not an Iron Hand," he said, while pointing at his missing robotic limb with the barrel of his Pistol. "Besides, the ammo had run out."

"Destroying it is a bit excessive is it not? I doubt Chuluunbold will be very happy about you abusing the machine spirits like that."

"Ordinarily, I would agree with you Baghatur, but allowing the enemy any claim on our equipment seemed foolish."

Ganbaatar seemed to muse over it for a moment before nodding, as they resumed their walk. As they kept walking however, the tension did not ease. On the contrary, it became suffocating. Kronos could tell the White Scars specifically were jittery. They were simply not trained for stealth, they were hit-and-run experts above all, not designed for long slogs of combat in infiltration missions.

But he'd be lying if he said he wasn't uneasy himself. They were nearing the Grand Spire, a building worthy of it's name. Although corrupted in blood and filth like the rest of the city it overlooked, the structure was indeed breathtaking, reaching towards the stars much like a Hive City, yet with elegant and beautiful engineering rather than blunt, practical mountains of metal.

Yet, no guard was in sight. No cultists, no Space Marines, not even the most rudimentary defense apparatus like turrets or the like. The last time they had seen something like this, they had walked right into an ambush. He had no doubts it could happen again at any moment. And considering that they had encountered him twice by now, it was almost certain they would've acquired the weapons necessary to bring him down in preparation.

As they were nearly upon the grand open plaza of the building however, Kronos put his hand up, stopping the others following him.

"Custodian?" Ganbaatar was the first to speak.

"This area is perfect for an ambush. It is also too quiet. Last time such circumstances befall us, we lost the rest of your squad," Kronos then turned to Mira, uncaring of the slight stagger the reminder gave to the Sergeant. "Are you certain there is no other way to reach the inside of the Spire?"

"Grand Entrance is the only entrance, far as the civilians were concerned," she then scrunched her face in thought. "I'm almost sure the old fuck must've hidden some sort of escape route in case things go sour though. He was many things, but not an idiot. Or well, until he left the whole cultist takeover thing happen."

Kronos nodded. They would need a diversion. There was no way he could possibly see the Spiral not being a trap. Everything had simply been too convenient, just as when they had arrived. But he was certainly not going to send one of the White Scars over, or even himself for that matter. The Chaos Marines would possibly not show up until they had the entire group in sight. Or they might not even be there at all.

Kronos couldn't rule out anything at this point. Yet, as he stood there, he realized he would need to send someone out there. Simply standing there would do them no good, and charging the gate as a group could simply result in a meat grinder.

As he contemplated over the decision, his requests for a diversion were unknowingly answered. A deep thrum meet his ears, seemingly coming from every direction at once. A quick glance at his squad revealed that they too were hearing the strange noise. Even Mira, despite not having augmented hearing, seemed to pick up on it.

The noise became louder and louder, the deep thrum soon turning into a dull roar. Kronos could now tell it had to be some kind of vehicle, but the source of the noise was not made any more clear. Not even his Warp sense picked up any encroaching signatures.

That was when the shooting started.

Hundreds of meters away, situated at the tallest vantage points and hidden in plain sight, bodies of Chaos Marines came into view, all surrounding the Grand Spire. So it had all been a trap, and being so far way, their foul psychic stench was not even made visible to him. But, what where they shooting at?

He looked at Ganbaatar, only to see the Sergeant with a small smile on his lips. Before he could inquire further on his concerning display of happiness, Kronos was already answered once more, as the roaring of the engine drew closest now, a white blur passing the alleyway they had taken to hiding in.

The identity of the rider was only further reaffirmed when one of the four columns surrounding the Grand Spire, currently holding one of the Chaos Marines, suffered an explosion at it's basis. It shook, then it fell, taking the Marine with it. Kronos did not know whether he was still alive, but he was done sitting around.

"Now's our chance. This arrival has exposed their locations. Move out and eliminate them."

The Marines did as told, no more than simple grunts needed to affirm their compliance. However, Kronos halted their youngest member before departing himself.

"Mira, you cannot go out there, it is far too dangerous. Remain here until the area is cleared."

Mira looked ready to protest, but as she opened her mouth, no words came out. She directed her gaze to the floor, accepting, but bitter. As much as the job was done, he felt the need to give her a bit more closure regarding it.

"Mira, I need to stress that you are in no condition to help us. Your contributions thus far on themselves have been commendable. But the battlefield is no place for a child, and you know that. Your courage is impressive, but you must always remember that the line separating bravery from stupidity is paper thin."

She huffed again, but at the very least seemed more content now. "Fine."

He nodded, raising himself once more and turning around, ready to help his newfound comrades.

"You don't die until we get out of this, got it?"

He turned his head back to the child, a determined look now on their eyes. He was surprised by the concern, but did not find it necessarily...bad.

"Of course. And you, stay safe."

She nodded back. That was his final battle preparation as he charged into the fray.

The Chaos Marines had already been alerted by his companions, and now they were taking an active role in shooting back at not just the strange rider, but also them. However, having the element of surprise did wonders for the White Scars, as numerous other structures began falling thanks to Krak Grenade barrages. Kronos himself had no time for such implements however, as he punched in the wall of a nearby apartment building, using the leverage to propel himself in the air.

The Marine on top of it did not even have time to react as Kronos landed right in front of him, shoving his Guardian Spear through his abdomen, groans and squelches of metal and flesh being pierced following it. In less than a second, the Marine was slumping to his knees, life rapidly draining out of him.

But the battlefield was never static, even as combatants were lost and gained. Kronos heard the small burst of fire he had grown so accustomed to, even above the roar of explosions and Bolt rounds. He lowered his head just in time, instinct honed through centuries of warfare. It was unnecessary given his armor's level of protection, but Kronos always aired on the side of safe rather than sorry.

He saw the culprit, nearly a mile away, his aim impeccable. But so was Kronos'. The Bolt-Caster on his Spear roared to life as he turned around, even as only two shots were launched from it. The first, took his weapon arm. The second, his head. Kronos gave himself no time to watch the body stagger and fall, instead turning to the raging torrent of battle around him.

Yet...there was nothing. The shooting had died down. The explosions too. Kronos frowned in confusion, as he scoured the cityscape for signs of his comrades and enemies. The former he saw retreating en masse. The later he found converged upon a single point. But, why were they not moving? Why had they taken defensive positions? Were they just as confused as he was?

His answer was soon given however, as he could feel the very earth tremble under mechanical track. Soon, a massive behemoth emerged from the tight city streets, smashing through elegant architecture with it's boxy brutishness, a massive blunt hammer of war. A mighty engine, a Land Raider, had joined the fray, but it too bore the same corruption as it's masters.

A dull black coat was spread over it, symbols unknown to him peppering the great metallic beast's hide, each very likely a venerating icon to the Ruinous Powers. Dried blood, dented metal and daemonic spikes adorned the entirety of the vehicle, as twisted and horrific as the Marines he has faced thus far. No, it was a Land Raider no more, it was a defiled affront to humanity and the galaxy itself.

But the corrupted machine was still a dangerous asset, an asset that began firing in the general area of his White Scar compatriots. Lascannons flared, Bolters roared, and in a single burst a huge chunk of the makeshift barricaded they had been using, a ruined and fallen building, was melted into nothing. Kronos had to act, and he had to act quick. But he knew that even with his armor and tools, charging a Land Raider was an idiotic move.

There was only one thing he could presently think would possibly put an end to the problem, and that thing was Gan's own Lascannon. They were never designed to fire upon fellow Marine equipment, but it's effectiveness was undoubted in his mind. In their current situation, it would be the only thing that could punch through that tank sans the tip of his own Guardian Spear, which would involve getting suicidally close.

But, of course, Gan was currently pinned from the relentless fire of the war machine's Heavy Bolter, and he was in no doubt that the Lascannons too were merely waiting to cool down and shower them once more. Their makeshift barricade would not handle another burst. Kronos had to do something, and he had to do it now.

And then...an idea sparked. He used the tip of his blade to cut off a nearby jagged piece of foundation and wall, roughly as large as he was. He holstered his weapon, and picked the thing up. Concentrating all of his might, he threw it several city blocks away, right on top of the Land Raider.

The corrupted machine's faltered for a moment from their fire, then they turned toward him. That had worked, but it would all be for naught if he did not survive the next few minutes, as Bolt rounds came screaming out of the air toward him. Those were of minimum concern however, as he saw the Lascannons on it's left side charge up their deadly beam.

He jumped off the building, mere seconds before it's entire top was atomized by a burst of unimaginable heat energy. What was more important though, were the other Lascannons. Kronos had noticed that it had been kept pointed at the makeshift barricade the White Scars were using. Clever of the damned traitors, he'd admit, so Gan would have to take the shot soon, if not now before he and the remainder of his squad were cooked.

Thankfully, the Marine did not let him down, as he broke from cover for a brief moment to fire his own devastating weapon. The Lascannon pierced through the hull of the massive machine, but Kronos could tell it had not been enough to fell it. Just as Gan was loading another shot and his squadmates were preparing their grenades however, the Land Raider retreated, it's crew seemingly scared off.

But that did not stop it's Lascannons from having one last shot at the group, whom took cover as best as they could. The blast melted through several buildings, but it had thankfully seemed to missed them by some. The collapsing rubble all around them however, didn't.

Kronos watched as the Marines were all buried under tons of concrete, steel, marble and more. The Land Raider had retreated for now, but that was only one concern among many at this point. The White Scars were tough, exceedingly so, but an entire building collapsing on them wasn't something to laugh at either.

He jumped down from the rooftops, landing with a thud and reaching for the nearest pile of rubble he had seen the Marines disappear under. Thankfully, he found it already moving as an arm emerged from it. Kronos grabbed it, pulling the Marine out of the carnage with little effort, as tons of material shifted away.

He found Gan to be summarily unscathed, for the most part. His armor was a little worse-for-wear, but it was nothing some polishing wouldn't get rid of, whenever they finished their mission.

"Custodian."

He had a slight drawl to his voice. Perhaps he'd broken a tooth or something along those lines?

"Gan," he nodded. Needless consideration, his healing factor would take care of it anyway.

But what did need their attention were the other members of their squad, who seemed to be emerging from their own mounds of rubble.

"Sergeant?"

"Alive," he said it through gritted teeth, but he had no reason to doubt him beyond that. He turned to Batu now.

"And you?"

"I've been worse," all the while he took slightly longer to get to his feet, staring at his missing arm in the meanwhile. "I've also been better. I'll survive nonetheless."

"Good. Wouldn't want it any other way, old man," an unknown voice piped up from his right. Kronos turned to greet the mysterious biker from earlier, who now could clearly be seen harboring the colors and symbols of the White Scars themselves, removing his helm. Shoulder-length black hair somehow rolled down from it, and a remarkably savage if young visage was revealed as well, etched in ritualistic scars somehow deeper than those of the others.

"And I never thought I'd be this happy to see you again, Altan, you worthless maggot," Batu had a good-natured smile despite the insult hurled at him along with his own retort, and Kronos could see that the other Marines too were somewhat elated by one of their comrades being revealed to be alive.

"How did you manage to get here in one piece Altan? With your bike no less."

"Ah, you underestimate me Baghatur. That, or you overestimate the dogs of Chaos that were once our cousins," Altan had a cocky grin on his face, but his voice somehow still leaked with contempt.

"And Chingis?" Gan spoke tentatively.

At that, Altan's smile quickly dropped, as his face twisted into a snarl, yet his eyes were tinged with regret.

"Died taking a shot meant for me."

The White Scars stood silent for a moment. Kronos took said moment to inquire about something that had been bothering him. The needs of the fallen would have to be tended to later.

"How did you know there was an ambush planned here?"

Altan stared for a moment before answering.

"I didn't. I took a gamble. I took heed of the largest and most imposing feature of the city, and funnily enough, found you near it."

"Then why did you charge it with no backup before we came out of hiding?"

The warrior looked thoughtful for a brief few seconds, gazing at his feet and then back to Kronos, a ghost of a smile on his face.

"Custodian, consider my situation: I had to assume the worst and consider all of you dead thanks to the suddenness of that ambush. I would not go out with a whimper. I would drag as many filthy traitors to the pit with me."

"And that is a dreadful use of yourself," Kronos now spoke more brashly, a secret criticism he'd always had now manifesting in the absence of any authority figure greater than him and the recklessness of the particular Marine before him. "That is you greatest flaw, White Scar: honor before reason. You are one of a chosen few among the countless stars and planets humanity possesses, a resource so limited in scope and availability yet ever so important. Worthlessly wasting your lives is a grave disservice to the Emperor himself, not to mention your own Chapter that will require decades to replace your loss."

"I had no other options Custodian. I hope you can understand that. I'd rather be dead than be considered a coward to any extent. Nonetheless, that's behind us. We must focus on the task at hand."

Kronos wanted to contest him, but he did find himself agreeing, if only for now. They truly did not need any further distractions.

"Very well," Kronos said, sparing a glance at the massive tower before them once more. "But our one lead is now gone. I highly suspect they would position the capital of their operation on this place, and especially now that this ambush plot has been revealed."

"I hate to say it," Batu piped up. "But we may very well be doomed to die here."

Kronos looked at the Marine, utterly surprised at the defeat in his voice. He seemed to pick up on the Custodian's incredulous stare.

"Custodian, I have no desire to admit defeat. But the wisest thing is to sometimes appreciate the notion that you have been outsmarted. And we have, many times this very day. Our enemy has used sleight of hand tricks to impressive results. We are stranded here with no support coming. And besides, our fates will be sealed in a matter of hours."

"What?" this was the first time he had allowed himself to show surprise, and to a lesser extent, frustration. "Elaborate."

"The Inquisitor that has come to oversee the operation, she..." Batu stopped for a moment, seeming to ponder the words he was going to use. "Made it abundantly clear that if the assault we mounted was not completed within a certain amount of hours, she would call down Exterminatus upon the planet."

"...What?"

Batu seemed to recoil somewhat at the drastic change in the Custodian's voice, but his own did not falter as he hastily responded. "Given the current circumstances, and the extent of the corruption upon this world, I despise to agree with her. But I do. And now that we have no idea how to proceed, that is the most likely scenario."

"I do not believe you can conceptualize this, Space Marine: we cannot die here. I cannot die here. And I assure, it is not because I fear death," Kronos attempted to keep his voice steady, but all he had been through mixed with this new shock only caused his spirit to roar in denial. "I have been through things that would make the cold embrace of oblivion seem utterly pleasant. I cannot die without my mission completed."

"Custodian, admitting defeat is not a terribly inviting prospect for any of us, but what Batu says is correct. I was briefed by the Inquisitor as well. With us unable to complete our mission, this world will burn. And we will be caught in it's cleansing."

Kronos was nearly ready to snap back at the Marine with bellows of not caring the slightest bit about what an Inquisitor was, when he was interrupted by another voice.

"Not necessarily."

Everyone turned to look at Gan. Altan was the first among them to question him.

"Brother?"

"All may not be lost," he turned to look at the group now, before having seemingly been staring off into nowhere. "Altan, you still posses your bike. You may follow that Land Raider."

"What?" Altan may have been the only one to say it, but everyone had thought it. What could be going in inside Gan's mind?

"A Land Raider cannot outspeed it. Even if it could, the path it leaves behind is obvious, painfully so. You can not lose it."

"And why would we want to send him after it at all Gan?" Batu seemed more perturbed than Kronos would've imagined. Perhaps the high death toll was affecting him, especially in the case of sending another one of their own on his own?

"Because, brother, Land Raiders are extremely precious to the Traitor Legions. They rarely get surpluses of them by the Dark Mechanicum, and any they have is likely a relic from the Horus Heresy itself. They would not treat it's loss lightly, especially considering a warband of relatively little size such as this."

"What are you getting at, Gan?" the Sergeant at last spoke.

"That Land Raider is returning to their base. We find their base, we find their command and their equipment. If we storm the base we can simultaneously behead their leadership and disable the planetary defenses so our forces can consolidate us."

A moment of silence passed between them as all present considered his plan.

"I would be honored to undertake this mission," Altan was once more the first to respond.

"I suppose in the face of our odds, it may indeed be our only chance," Ganbaatar still seemed somewhat reluctant, but he nonetheless turned to Altan. "You have my permission to carry out this mission, brother. Fire your Bolter into the sky should you encounter what you seek. And do not perish."

"Please, Baghatur, as if I would ever let Chaos scum get the best of me," that same cocky attitude exuded from him even as he hoped on his bike, roaring off into the distance, with it's noise suddenly silencing despite it not being far enough away for such a thing. Some sort of stealth mode Kronos would hazard to guess.

"So, what now?" Batu had never given his consent to the operation, apparently waiting for his superior Brother's own, but he now spoke with genuine uncertainty.

Kronos himself had remained silent up until now. He figured his earlier outburst had made it abundantly clear that he was against lying down and waiting for death to come to them.

"Simple. We retrieve Mira, prepare ourselves, and once that signal is given," Kronos took a short pause. "We make our final charge."

The entire squad of Marines did not seem in disagreement with this. In truth, Kronos had almost entirely forgotten about the earlier bit, his human "charge" a distant memory. Yet, still one that gnawed at the back of his mind, he noted.

He wondered if she was alright. They were to check on her soon enough of course, and he had no doubt she has smart enough to avoid anything dangerous. But the feeling yet persisted as they moved back towards where they had come from.

The alleyway was dark.

Dark, dark and more dark. She should have gotten used to it. She had gotten used to it.

But, that night, she could still see it as vibrantly as if it was in front of her.

"Don't get out."

She sunk her head into her knees again. She hated the dark. It might've been a childish notion, but she did. She did so more than anything.

Author's notes: Sorry for fucking dying on you again, but school, life, RPs, staff responsibilities in certain websites and a lot more got in the way. Hopefully I can get the next one out sooner now that Summer is upon us, but again, don't take my update schedule as consistent at any level.

Anyway, long boi chapter. We get introduced to a new old White Scar, get some more fighting, have the next endgame teased (OR MAYBE NOT) and...that last part. Yeah. Sort of a last minute addition that I will elaborate on further. I assure you, it's not what you might think it will be. Or maybe it is.

As always, reviews, follows and favs are always appreciated (though I doubt anybody is following this anymore since it's been 34 years).

Ahem, jouke. As a side note, I am posting this extremely late at night because I don't want you guys to wait any longer. Exactly three weeks is bad enough.

Anyway, this is your resident idiot writer with no schedule signing off.