Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to or mentioned in this draft, and am most certainly not making any profit off of it.

And now, it's time for the final chapter. Like I said earlier, if you want a sequel to this draft, let me know. I didn't want to have a very long and drawn out story: such can be tedious to read. However, the story isn't fully told yet. There are still some mysteries that are unsolved. If you have any complaints, questions, or comments, send them in. Until next time, enjoy!

Chapter 15

The Blue Moon soldiers sifted through the citadel and beaches, rounding up the final remnants of Bolt's landing forces. As the soldiers returned to their respective craft, Hawke and Lash were escorted to a small dingy. The team captain instructed them to get in the front of the little boat. As they set off, the waves started to make the craft bounce around. The dingy took a bad bounce, and the black notebook that Lash was holding flew out of her arms and landed in the cold waters.

"Ahhh! No! No! No! Stop! We gotta go back and get that book!" Lash screamed.

The boat swung around and the team captain scooped up the note book. Lash quickly snatched the book out of his hands, and opened it to see what the designs looked like. The first design, the Mega Tank print was damaged beyond any recognition. The ink was smeared and the paper was coming apart. The Neo Tank was salvageable, but difficult to read. In fact, just about all the designs save for her four-way laser. She would have to redesign them from scratch. The only thing that Seymour had designed that survived the dip in the ocean was the Tyranium Pipeline, The Neo Tank, the PDC's/TC's, but they were still damaged. When they dried, she would be able to redraw them. She remembered the other designs and could probably recreate them from memory, but that would take a long time to do. She was crushed. Seymour trusted her with his notebook and she ruined it. She made a promise, right then and there. She would do the best she could to invent weapons worthy of Seymour's notebook.

She looked at the Blue Moon soldiers. They seemed to know something that they weren't saying.

"Where's Seymour?"

The soldiers looked at each other. "Who?"

"Seymour."

"I believe that one or two of my men mentioned a man with two handguns, a pair of sunglasses, and a black coat. Is that who you are talking about?"

"What happened to him?"

The soldiers looked at each other and thought about what to say. "There was another man in there shooting at him. Just as they burst into the room, the other man shot him and he fell over the guard rail. All the men heard gunshots, and opened fire on the man who was shooting."

Hawke looked at the captain. "Are you sure that was the way that it happened?"

"Of course. Why?"

"Just asking."

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The door to Von Bolt's room swung open and Confederate infantry stormed into the room.

"What is (WHEEZE) this?!"

Sturm entered the room with two troopers flanking him. One had Kindle in cuffs and drug her into the room.

"Sturm!"

"Hello Bolt. I'm here to relieve you of your duties."

"My security force…"

"Will not be joining us. Don't worry; my men have taken good care of them."

"What do you want (COUGH)?"

"I want Black Hole."

"I will never (WHEEZE) give it to you!"

"You are in no position to make demands. I have your capital in the palm of my hand." Sturm gestured with his hand. "As well as your life." One of his troopers raised their rifle and stuck it in Bolt's face.

"Nothing lasts forever. Eventually, even your pathetic existence will end. I know that is what you fear most." He gestured to the trooper again, and the rifle was removed from Bolts face. "But I will not end you. You and your little pet here will be banished to the Omega Wastelands, where you will live the rest of your miserable days in exile. Take them away!"

"Yes sir!"

As they left, Sturm sat down at Bolt's desk. He had finally won. It was over. No. His plan was just beginning.

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Months later, on every newspaper headline, there was bad news. A man was walking and read the headlines.

WORLD AT WAR! ORANGE STAR AND BLUE MOON AT ENDS! ORANGE STAR C.O. ANDY ATTACKS GREEN EARTH! YELLOW COMET PREPARES FOR ORANGE STAR ATTACK!

The man simply laughed to himself. As he turned to walk away, he muttered, "As I thought". Putting on a pair of dark sunglasses, he disappeared into the morning fog.