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The sky blackened one day.
..
Gohan was inside his capsule house at the time, carefully fiddling with a mechanism inside.
There were tripwires everywhere throughout the house, and he was being very careful to not touch any of them.
Abruptly, Piccolo landed near the doorway.
"They're here."
Gohan finished what he was doing, and slowly backed away from the box.
All of the tightened wires were extending from it, and the slightest impact would set everything off.
"Alright." Gohan answered.
"What are you doing?" Piccolo asked.
A valid question, in Gohan's opinion, considering the countless steel wires extending in all directions.
"It's a bit hard to explain," he replied. "I probably won't even get a chance to use it at all, but think of it is an extra sort of trump card."
He continued.
"Whether it will even work is up for debate though. But if the saiyans are here now, then it'll be ready for the fight."
It was actually perfect timing, in his opinion.
Gohan finally turned, stepped out of the building, and capsulized it.
Then, intrigued, Gohan glanced up at the black sky, and watched as the storm picked up.
The dragon had been summoned.
Which meant his dad was being wished back.
...Which meant that his dad's training was either finished, or the saiyans were arriving.
Gohan reached out with his senses. He couldn't feel them yet, but he needed to assume the worst.
He sent out a mental command, and reached into his case of capsules while he was waiting.
...
A few moments later, two more Gohan's arrived in the clearing.
He threw the two of them a pair of capsules, one each, and watched as they opened them, and stepped into two seperate pressurized spacesuits.
...He had gone into town again a while back to print them out at a store.
The two clones finished putting on the suits, and Gohan threw one of them a third capsule. The clone who caught it, tucked it away into a sealable pocket, glanced up at him, and nodded.
...
"Go," Gohan gave the command.
The two clones took off into the air, and sped off into the distance.
...
The multiform technique had changed everything. He had gotten Piccolo to teach him it during his training, and once he had learned it, he had changed his opinion on how useful he would be in the fight with the saiyans.
Piccolo had shown him the technique, and what to do with his energy to perform it, and then after testing it out for a while, Gohan had gotten a pretty good understanding for how it worked, in theory.
It was the same principle as 'algorithmic magic materialization,' he was pretty sure. Which was another technique that he had gotten Piccolo to show him.
There were two types of magic materialization as far as he had been able to tell. There was the type that Piccolo could do, a much more robust and powerful version that let him materialize whatever he imagined, and then there was the limited version that Gohan had managed to learn.
And that version was very limited, when compared to Piccolo's.
Piccolo could use the materialization technique instinctively. He could literally create things from scratch.
That was just something his species was capable of, Gohan was pretty sure.
Just like plants could conduct photosynthesis, and people couldn't, Piccolo could visualize and create whatever he wanted, and saiyans couldn't.
But, saiyans could sort-of-learn a much more limited version of that technique, by memorizing the algorithm.
It was a bit like giving a blind person directions, he figured.
He knew exactly what he needed to do with his energy to make a handful of very specific objects that Piccolo had shown him how to make, but he couldn't actually build whatever he imagined on his own.
Just as a blind person could be told, for example, to take this many steps forward, then turn right, and so on… Gohan could be told to manipulate his energy in this specific way, then rotate it like this, and then when they finished going through the list of instructions, they would both end up where they needed to be.
If he wanted to learn how to make a specific thing, at least at the moment, he would have to talk to Piccolo and get him to walk him through the steps for that thing, guiding his energy step by step. Which was totally inconvenient. Especially so, on more complicated objects.
And it'd be a different algorithm for every object. So he had to memorize a lot of steps.
After some experimentation with the technique, he had also learned how to control the shape of whatever he was making with a little bit of extra freedom, as well.
After learning how to make a basic fabric, for example, he had learned how to make his own clothes out of it by controlling the shape, as he was making it.
But he couldn't really do anything complicated with the technique yet. He just didn't have the time to fully explore it on the training schedule he had placed himself on. He really had no idea what he was even doing with his energy on an atomic level, either.
As curious as he was, he couldn't take the time to study it yet. That realization had annoyed him a great deal when he had had to face it a few months back. He could build matter from scratch now, but the whole process was a giant black box.
Why did he have to manipulate his energy the way he did, to make those objects? What physical mechanisms governed the process?
He just didn't have the time to learn the answers.
...But just because he didn't know what was happening on a fundamental level, didn't mean it wasn't a useful technique.
And he was pretty sure that he was using a variant of this algorithmic materialization technique when he created a clone of himself.
His body just happened to be the object he was materializing.
There were a few extra bells and whistles going on in the multiform technique though, he was pretty sure. But that at least appeared to be the basic concept.
...But those clones were so useful.
The multiform technique allowed him to create copies of himself that ran on what he referred to as 'the principle of superposition.'
Which was pretty self-explanatory.
If he had five clones in total, including himself, no matter which four of those five that he chose to destroy, the last would always be the original him.
This was because of the way his conscious experience changed when the technique was performed.
The technique was absolute insanity to experience first-hand, and it nearly drove him mad with curiosity about how it worked, every time he used it.
When he cloned himself, his mind was essentially pulled outside of his own body and he ended up in a sort of black void.
Then there were these sort of portals that he could enter that allowed him to step into the shoes of any of his clones, and take control of their bodies.
Which raised a lot of questions.
All of their body's were real. They all had a beating heart, organs, and brains, yet every time a clone was destroyed, or ran out of energy, it would vanish entirely, leaving the last body as his real one.
Upon originally hearing about the technique, he had expected to be left with a bunch of corpses afterwards. Empty bodies with no consciousness of any kind inside. But that wasn't the case. They vanished for some reason and he had no idea why.
...
He could also just sit in that black void if he wanted to, and let his clones do whatever it was that they decided to do while he sat back and did nothing. They were just like him after all. They would always think and do the things that he would in the same situation.
They could all think independently, without his oversight. And the thought processes of his clones were identical as far as he could tell, to his own.
He was almost like a network administrator when he had clones in the world. He could see what every clone in the network was doing, how much energy they all had, and he could even telepathically communicate with them.
...But only after Piccolo had shown him how to do that particular technique. Telepathy wasn't an actual intrinsic aspect of the multiform, and it needed to be learned separately.
It was powerful, but had a lot of drawbacks. For instance, it split his magic pool evenly amongst all of his clones. And since magic let him control his Ki, every clone would be limited in how well they could control their energy.
He did have the ability however, to distribute his Ki between the clones however he wished. And after some practice, he could even transfer Ki between clones while they were active, and even if they were a distance apart.
All of his clones had distinct Ki reserves that collectively contained the original amount of Ki that he had possessed before cloning himself. And he could dynamically change how much energy each clone contained, freely.
When he had discovered that seemingly minor ability, he had gone nuts with it. That ability was now central to his strategy for the fight against the saiyans.
Another downside in the technique however, was that at most one of his clone's Ki pools would recover itself naturally. That only happened when he was piloting that particular clone himself, too.
All of the others had static Ki pools that would only deplete over time.
It was an annoying downside, as he had originally hoped that he could speed up his nameless stuff conversion rate by having multiple bodies all converting it at once, by having multiple nameless stuff containers. But as far as he could tell, he only had one of these containers, and it followed him around as he body hopped from clone to clone.
For instance, he could get one of his bodies to eat a meal, and thereby increase his container of nameless stuff. But if he immediately transferred his consciousness to another clone, and destroyed that other body of his, the one that had just eaten the food, the newly acquired nameless stuff would still be available to him.
That container was linked to his soul, not his body. So he couldn't get all of his clones to eat vast quantities of food to fill up multiple of these containers.
He would have abused that mechanic thoroughly, if it had actually worked out that way, too…
Nonetheless… he'd have to make do without it.
...
So he could freely change how much Ki each clone contained, but not how much magic. Which was actually pretty restrictive.
If he didn't have the right ratio between those two types of energy, concentrated and intricate energy attacks wouldn't work properly.
But with the way he intended to use the technique, he could work around this problem.
...
Gohan pulled out another two capsules, and opened them.
A table, with a bunch of prepared food already on it, and his scale, appeared in twin puffs of smoke.
This was his final preparation for the battle.
He needed to maximize his single container of 'nameless stuff.' So he ate as much food as he could, while standing on the scale, and stopped eating the instant he noticed his weight begin to rise.
That indicated that the food he was eating was no longer vanishing, and was instead filling his stomach.
All of the mass that had vanished before that point, had been directly converted into nameless stuff by his saiyan metabolism. He didn't know how that process worked yet, but it did work. And since that effect wasn't observed in humans as far as he was aware, he had figured that it had to be unique to saiyans.
He stopped eating at that point, and no sooner, as he didn't want to be bloated for the fight.
With a full container of nameless stuff, he had a lot of backup energy that would gradually appear in his other two energy containers over the course of the battle.
...Energy that he needed to be converted into magic though, not Ki.
He wanted his nameless stuff container to be an exclusive magic reserve extender, due to the imbalances between Ki and magic that his clones would suffer from in combat.
His multiform technique came at a cost. It used a lot of magic to keep going. As a result, keeping it up for long periods of time would normally take him out of the fight long before he ran out of Ki.
So he needed his magic container to be maximized as much as possible, and that meant that he needed his nameless stuff to be exclusively converted into magic, not Ki.
That was the only way he knew of to restore magic energy, at the moment. And it could only happen when his Ki container was always full.
...Which meant that he needed another way to recover any lost Ki energy during the fight.
His Ki container had to be full all the time, so that he wasn't wasting any nameless stuff on regenerating it.
And though at first glance, keeping his Ki container full during a life or death battle seemed impossible, he had implemented a strategy to do just that.
And that was what he had sent those two clones off to do...
High up in the air, two Gohan's were facing each other, each in pressurized suits.
Abruptly, one of them floated onto the back of the other one, held on, and then they suddenly began moving directly upwards.
...
The plan was to make it to orbit.
In order to do that, they had to reach speeds of about 18,000 miles per hour, something that could not be achieved while in the Earth's atmosphere.
Hence the spacesuit.
How fast a Ki user could fly was entirely determined by how quickly they could push the air in front of them out of the way with their energy, under normal conditions. That meant that, ordinarily, in order to fly faster, you had to use more energy, since the faster you went, the more air you would run into in a shorter period of time. Air that you would have to get rid of.
But if you were in a spacesuit, with a large supply of oxygen, and one that was pressurized, and you got out of the atmosphere entirely, where there was no air, you could just keep on accelerating unimpeded, regardless of how much energy you put out at any moment.
There was no air to fight against up there.
He had had to look up the positions of the Earth's satellites beforehand to plan a safe route to ensure he wasn't slammed by a satellite moving in the opposite direction, but he had already worked that out a few weeks ago.
In his tests however, during training, when he had tried to rehearse exactly this maneuver, he never had enough energy to make it to orbit with just a single clone when he had multiple of them in the world.
If he wanted to make it there with one clone, he could only make that single clone. Having any more than two bodies would divide his magic pool too much to make it.
He needed just over one third of his magic energy to make it there safely. Which meant he could either just make one clone, with half of his magic energy, or use the combined strength of two clones, collectively.
He had five in total, including himself, for this fight. And for all of his plans to work, he couldn't get by with any less than that.
So he had to use the same principle behind rocket staging.
The bottom clone would exhaust its energy reserves after making it out of the thickest parts of the atmosphere and after reaching a decently fast pace, and then the second clone, the one that hadn't been using any energy at all until then, would use its energy to complete the journey.
That clone had an altimeter and a speedometer to measure its speed and altitude, so it would be able to stop at the correct time, and place, with quite a bit of energy to spare.
It also had enough air to last a day or so, up there, but Gohan didn't expect the fight to last that long. And it didn't matter if that clone never made it back alive, either. If it died, it would vanish in a cloud of smoke, and as long as that wasn't the only clone of him left, Gohan himself would be just fine.
...
The reason for going into orbit at all was to initiate a pretty elaborate plan to constantly refill his Ki reserves.
To make sure that nameless stuff was not being converted into Ki, he had to make sure that his Ki container was always full.
And to do that, he would take advantage of his clones ability to transfer Ki to each other.
If the orbital clone happened to be carrying a huge ball of energy, it could periodically absorb it, and send it to another clone, regardless of distance.
This was because Gohan had discovered during his experiments that it was possible to reabsorb a ball of energy and reclaim it, as long as he had been the one to create that ball originally.
He could form a ball of energy, thus depleting his reserves a small amount, and then pull that energy back into his own reserves afterwards, filling them up by that same amount.
There would be a bit of energy loss during the process, which meant that after doing this, he would have a little bit less Ki then when he had started out, but he could reclaim almost all of it so long as he could physically touch the ball of energy with his hands.
His clone in orbit would be doing this.
Over the past few months, Gohan had planned this all out.
He had decided to create a ball of energy that would work as a battery.
Every day, he would deplete his reserves entirely into this ball, and then when the saiyans arrived, he would periodically get a clone to reabsorb that energy and send it back to him as he needed during the fight, using the multiform's energy transfer ability.
Which meant that he had access to a lot more Ki than he otherwise would have.
He had been saving up energy like this for well over a month now. He'd depleted his reserves into the energy ball, then his reserves had recovered naturally, only for them to be depleted again the very next day by the same process.
This strategy was allowing him to effectively double the total amount of Ki he had access to, every day or so without him having to actually increase the size of his own Ki container.
...
But, this strategy also came with some obvious challenges.
He couldn't just create this giant ball of energy and put it down somewhere in the meantime. The moment he lost control of the energy, it would detonate.
It was also heavy. So heavy, that he couldn't carry it by himself anymore after just a few energy dumps.
So, he had needed to solve those problems somehow. He needed the energy to be weightless, and he needed a place to store it.
The weight problem was solved by going into orbit.
At that point, the energy would still be falling towards the Earth, so the ball would still have a weight technically, but he'd be moving sideways with it so fast that he was curving over the Earth at the same rate that he was falling. That way, he'd never reach the ground.
So, to solve the weight problem, he had to get the ball of energy into orbit first. Which would prevent him from needing to exert all that effort to hold it up.
But then there was the storage issue.
Where could he put the energy ball when he needed to store it? He needed a place where he could totally let go of his control over it too, so that he could eat or sleep without having to consciously focus on keeping it formed.
He couldn't just leave it in orbit. It'd slowly evaporate up there. And it was a massive waste of time and energy, having to constantly meet up with it again to initiate some sort of orbital energy dump.
Trying to match the orbit of another object that was already up there manually, from the ground, was a huge effort.
Orbital rendezvous were hard. He had tried them.
...
So he had put the energy into a capsule instead.
It turned out that he could actually capsulize a giant ball of plasma. Which made sense, since it was just matter, but it was still a weird thing to try and do.
As long as he was in orbit when he capsulized the ball, and when he unsealed it, it wouldn't matter if the ball was too heavy for him to manipulate under normal conditions.
He didn't have to support its weight in orbit. All he had to do was keep it together. Which was actually very simple to do in comparison, when he wasn't trying to do anything complicated with it.
Every atom of the plasma ball was falling towards the Earth at the same rate, so he barely had to keep it together at all. It took almost no effort to pull off, no matter how big it was.
And when the ball was capsulized, he did not need to concentrate on it.
It was subject to the time freeze experienced by all things inside a capsule. It would not, in other words, degrade over time while inside.
It was technically unstable inside that capsule, though not for very long. The moment a Ki user stopped exerting effort to keep a ball of energy compacted, it would burst, after all.
And that applied to this energy ball as well. But from its perspective, it was only unstable for only a few moments at any time. Gohan would relinquish his control over it to get some rest, and all the time in between that moment, and coming back the next day to unseal it again for another energy dump, would happen in just a brief instant relative to it.
It would not be so unstable by that point, that Gohan could not bring it back under his control.
And that, for the most part, solved the storage problem.
He brought the ball of energy with him on his way to orbit, rather than having to meet with it while it was already there.
It made everything so much simpler.
...
So, after the bottom clone ran out of energy, and after the top clone made it into orbit, the orbital clone pulled out its capsule, the one containing the ball of energy, and just waited there. Floating endlessly above the Earth, watching it rotate, below.
The plan was to only unseal the energy when it was needed. The ball contained a lot of energy inside it now, and he did not want everyone on the planet to be able to sense it, especially not the saiyans.
And thanks to that clone-rocket-staging technique to get it up there in the first place, the orbital clone had a lot of energy left over to make it's job over the next several hours, easier.
It's magic reserves were nearly full, by his estimate.
The bottom clone, the one which carried the orbital clone into space, turned back around when he was nearly out of energy, and fell back to the Earth.
He let himself enter free fall, and gradually, as the ground got closer and closer, he began to slow down.
Eventually, after a few minutes of falling, he landed in a forest, far away from where the fight would take place, and hundreds of miles from his starting point, with barely any energy left, and then he waited.
...
This clone had been assigned a very important task.
He was the power manager.
The orbital clone would keep this clone's energy full, and this clone would be responsible for filling up the reserves of the clones on the battlefield.
This ensured that the orbital clone had as easy of a job as possible. The orbital clone would not have to calculate or measure how much energy to send any other clone. It would just have to top off this one clone's reserves and manage the energy ball.
That was all.
The power-clone then, would work as a battery, and would allocate Ki as needed to the clones on the battlefield.
It couldn't really do much else anyways, with its depleted magic reserve.
...
After a while, the power-clone took off his space suit to cool off. It was way too hot outside to keep the thing on.
All that was left for both clones to do now, was hide their energy signatures.
Hide, and wait.
They did not want to attract the saiyans to them.
A massive explosion went off in the distance. One that both Gohan and Piccolo could feel from where they were standing.
The saiyans had landed miles and miles away in a city, and had destroyed it immediately upon landing.
As the explosion was still in progress, Gohan raised a hand to cover his eyes from the light.
"The Dragon Balls," Gohan stated in a calm voice, a contrast to the violent shockwave they were experiencing. "We'll wish them back with the Dragon Balls."
A lot of people had died in that explosion, and Gohan had felt them all vanish.
"What are those two doing over there?" Piccolo asked himself.
"Hopefully, wasting their energy."
The explosion eventually died down, and the air was filled with an eerie calm again.
Gohan's senses were going off the charts though.
The saiyans over there were extremely strong. He could feel them very clearly even from where they were standing.
...
"You're ready, right?" Gohan finally asked.
Piccolo glared at him. "Who do you think you're talking to."
Gohan smiled, then started ramping up his energy.
He had a hunch that the saiyans would look for the highest power level on the planet when they arrived, and had a couple of strategies in place for when they did.
He had done a lot of planning with Piccolo. Mostly at Gohan's own insistence.
Bolts of lighting started to appear around his body as he began to gradually power up. And the ground began shaking.
"Don't reveal too much," Piccolo advised. "Just enough for them to get the message."
Gohan, heeding the advice, dialed it back a little bit. He decided that his target to aim for was twice that of the second strongest fighter on the Earth besides Piccolo.
In their training time, both Piccolo and himself had far surpassed the power levels of the other fighters out there, and were in a league of their own.
"It worked. They are on their way here now." Piccolo stated.
Gohan dropped his concentration, and his power vanished.
That surge of power had barely taken any effort on his part at all, so he hadn't wasted any energy with it, thankfully.
But it was still more efficient for him to be the one to do that, as Piccolo did not have an orbital energy network set up like he did. Gohan could already feel his energy being replenished from his clones.
He had given his orbital clone a mental signal that it was safe to replenish the reserves of all clones in the network during the explosion earlier.
At the moment, his orbital clone was out of his own sensing range, which likely meant it was on the other side of the world. Because of that, he figured that it would be out of range of the Saiyans's, as well.
Gohan and Piccolo then waited in silence as they felt the energy signatures of the two saiyans rapidly approach them.
"Thanks for everything, Piccolo," Gohan broke the silence. "Don't know if I'll ever get another chance to say that."
There was another silence, as Piccolo turned to look at him.
…
"Don't mention it kid. You were an excellent student."
Since his dad wasn't there yet, Gohan shifted his battle plan to stalling tactics. He wasn't sure that he could take these two on in a fair fight on his own. Even with all of his preparations.
Another minute or two passed by in silence, and then the saiyans appeared in the sky above them.
One of them was huge. He had bulging muscles all across his body, and was bald. Ironically, this was the saiyan with the least amount of power between the two.
The other saiyan was much shorter, and had a head of black spiky hair.
He was without a doubt the more dangerous of the two.
"So what do you suppose these two are doing out in the middle of nowhere?" The larger saiyan asked.
"I think they were waiting for us," The shorter one began. "Yes, I'm sure of it."
The two saiyans slowly began to descend to the ground, and with a barely audible tap, their feet touched the Earth.
Piccolo and Gohan both remained silent.
...
"So," the shorter one spoke up, after a few moments. "We meet at last."
"The pleasure's mine," Piccolo responded.
After another moment of silence, Piccolo started speaking again.
"I'm only going to say this once… leave this planet. This is your first and last chance to make it out of this alive."
"That voice... I see." The shorter one responded. "You're the one who defeated Raditz one year ago."
Both Gohan and Piccolo had discussed in detail the idea of those devices on the faces of the saiyans working as communicators. So it had been no surprise to either of them that they recognized Piccolo's voice.
In fact, a lot of Gohan's theories assumed that that would be the case.
He let Piccolo take the lead in these conversations for several reasons.
For one, these saiyans probably wouldn't take him all that seriously, and he wanted to keep his power level a secret until the last possible instant.
In fact, he was expecting these two saiyans to assume that Piccolo had been the one to give off that previous power surge.
The shorter saiyan continued.
"I'm sure Raditz explained it to you. Our scouters work as communicators."
"Huh," The larger one finally voiced his confusion. "The green one is from Namek right?"
"Yes," the shorter one replied. "He's from Namek alright. No wonder Raditz had such a hard time with him and Kakarot."
Piccolo was stunned at the revelation.
"I'm from Namek…"
Gohan had expected something like that to be true, so he wasn't really too surprised by it.
"You didn't know?" The shorter one pressed. "Well, what a surprise. Surely, you must have expected something before now. The green skin and pointy ears are a dead giveaway don't you think?"
There was another moment of silence.
"It was you who told Raditz about the Dragon Balls. Now, tell us. Where are they?"
"Why do you want them?" Gohan suddenly interrupted.
Piccolo still looked to be reeling from the revelation that he was an alien, so Gohan had decided to intervene, himself.
He had a strategy for talking to these saiyans. Reveal information that they already knew to be true, and mislead them as much as possible everywhere else.
But to do that, he needed to know what they knew.
"Kid," the larger saiyan began. "It doesn't matter one bit why we want them. You have them, and we will find them. With you alive, or with you dead, it's your decision. Tell us where they are, or you will both be killed."
"Is that right?" Gohan responded, his voice laced with sarcasm. "So you mean to tell us that if we tell you where the Dragon Balls are, you will simply take them, and let us live? You won't immediately turn around and kill us the literal instant you have them in your hands?"
He continued.
"The way I see it, you'll kill us either way. So why would we help you?"
The larger one growled. "Why you…"
"Enough, Nappa. He does have a point."
Gohan was testing the waters. He wanted to understand their personalities as much as possible. He wanted to see how they would react to some of things he planned on telling them. And with what he could tell so far, the larger one had a very, very short temper.
Someone who was willing to kill at the slightest implied insult. He had the thinnest skin that Gohan had ever seen.
'So his name is Nappa then?' That's what the shorter saiyan had called him, anyways.
Gohan made a note of that. And he had a few ideas now, of how he could make use of the information he had gathered so far, later.
The shorter saiyan continued.
"You don't have a way of knowing that we will show you mercy if you comply. You'll just have to take our word for it."
"Well, we don't," Gohan's response was immediate.
"I want to thank you," Piccolo cut in before the saiyans could respond. "Because of you, I now know that I come from the planet Namek. But, this is my planet now. And nobody is going to tell me what to do with it."
"So back off!" Piccolo settled into a fighting stance. "We're not here to bow down to your demands. We're here to fight! So go ahead and do, whatever it is that you came here to do."
There was another intense moment of silence.
...
It was interrupted a few moments later by the sound of helicopter blades.
Gohan glanced upwards, and noticed that the noise came from a bunch of media helicopters.
This was clearly being broadcasted to the world, live.
They were way too close, though. And it appeared that the larger saiyan, Nappa, agreed.
Nappa charged up an energy blast and fired it towards one of the helicopters with a battle cry.
Gohan could have intervened in that moment. The blast was slow enough that he could have intercepted it… but it would have revealed his capabilities to the saiyans.
If things continued to go south, he needed to keep himself hidden for as long as possible for his plans to work.
They'd be wished back with the Dragon Balls later.
He watched as the blast connected with the helicopter, and exploded, killing everyone inside.
The flaming wreckage fell to the ground under the influence of gravity, and the other aircraft abruptly swerved and headed back the way they came.
Piccolo and Gohan both settled into fighting stances, as the flaming wreckage landed all around them.
A/N: Please excuse any grammar and spelling errors, as I have no beta reader at this time.
- LeviTamm