Chapter XIII

Mercy

Every step I took seemed to shake me to my core as I pushed my body to its limits. I have been running for what felt like hours, but I know it has only been moments. The halls of the facility were filled with blood red emergency lights and the sounds of countless sirens and warnings of infestation. Procedure always told us what to do in case of an emergency, yet now as it happens I feel it is hopeless to follow.

Nonetheless, I decided it was my best hope of survival and chose the nearest security depot to go to in hopes they can bring me to a shelter of some kind. The flashing red lights seemed to play constant tricks on my mind. Every reflection it gave made me think a Xenomorph was right by me, ready to pounce. I have jumped at my own shadow in the past few minutes than I probably have my entire life.

As I ran, my mind began to wonder, desperate to stop itself from going into a panic attack. Yet of all the things I could think of, I could imagine, I could only see Six sitting in the observation room. The whole experience was one high adrenaline rush for me. One moment, I was looking on in confusion at Mr. Weyland by some unknown door, the next, I was facing what very well should have been my final moments in life.

However, despite having every reason to kill me, just as she did the others, she spared me. In fact, she not only spared me, but gave me a chance to escape! Had I been stuck in there, I was sure to eventually be found by her kin, yet she gave me a new path to follow. I still am not sure as to why, but deep down I like to imagine all my efforts to treat her right really did work. I took a moment to stop and catch my breath, and it was then I looked down at the music player in my hands.

When she let go of me, she gave me this of all things. I'm not exactly sure why, but whatever the reason was, I know deep down that it must be important to her. I clenched the player tightly in my palm before I looked back up. I took a deep breath, put the device safely in my pocket, and once again started my marathon of survival. However, as I ran through the halls, I soon began to hear a noise that sounded almost like someone crying.

Every part of me knew it was a bad idea to investigate, but in the end I couldn't just sit there and let someone die. The Company might have taken so much from me, but I won't allow them to take my humanity, no matter how hard they might try. I quickened my pace to reach the source of the cries, and to my shock I found a researcher sitting with their back to the wall, and their hands covering their eyes.

The man had a shivering breath and had tears rolling down his face. His hair was messy as he tried to gain his composer back, yet obviously he was struggling to do so. He rocked himself on the floor and kept his eyes shut. I knelt down beside him to get their attention and figure out who it was, but deep down I already knew. "William!" I cried out, only to get no response. I grunted and put a hand on his shoulder.

The moment I touched him he jumped back, pushing himself further against the wall. He looked at me with tear stained eyes filled with dread, but as he saw me he froze. "O-Orion?" William said cautiously, as if he couldn't even believe what he saw in front of him. He shook his head. "You're alive? H-how did you even find me?" the broken man said as he looked up to me. I put out my hand and offered it to him.

He gave me a quizzical look but took the offer and I pulled him up to his feet. As he stood I noticed a wobble in his legs. I gave him a gentle pat on the shoulder. "That's not important right now, what is, is that you're ok. Are you injured?" I asked him. He stared for a moment but shook his head. "No, I'm fine. I just-" he sighed, "When the lights started flashing I started seeing the halls again. And then the warning sounded and I was there." William said as he recalled the past.

"I was walking to my room when it happened. I thought it was a drill but then the warning system went off. I almost went back to get you but that was when I heard the breakout started in Six's cell. How the hell did you get out alive?" I stood by him in silence for a moment and then began to talk. "I'm just glad you're ok William. We'll catch up later but right now we need to get to security. There should be one not much farther." Hearing my plan William shook his head and together we began to move.

Having William at my side made the world of difference for my mind. Having another person besides me helped me think that not all hope is lost. If he survived, there are bound to be others. It wasn't long before we arrived at the security hall, and as we turned the corner we were immediately stunned by blinding lights flooding the hallway. There was then a booming voice from the origin of the lights. "Stop where you are! Hands up and walk to us slowly!" the voice shouted.

Following their commands carefully, we marched into the light until eventually we got past the blinding ray. Behind it were four fully armed security staff decked out with armor, pulse rifles, helmets, and anything else a soldier could ever need. William spoke out in an irritated tone. "What the hell is this about! Last I checked we're not aliens!" The security guard gave him a look and nodded to us to go behind the barricade they had set up.

As we climbed over the sandbags and metal shields they had put up, I noticed a fifth soldier kneeled down on the ground, working diligently to get a turret online that was positioned in the center of the fortifications. Anything that wasn't human was ensured to have a real bad day once that came online. The men all looked spooked but they for the most part held their composure well together.

"You two must be scientists from the Xeno labs right?" The gruff voiced man said as he walked us near the door. "Yeah. My name is Orion and this is William. I'm just glad to see that security is getting a hold on things." As I finished my sentence the guard gained a hollowed look on his face and shook his head. "I wish that was the case. Truth is that we are just lucky enough not to be in their way, yet." He began to type a code into the door's keypad. "They are currently ripping their way straight to the Matriarch. Our team in the main hall of the Xenomorph Testing Wing just went dark."

Just as he finished talking the door opened into a large armory, filled with just over a dozen men running around and putting on heavy gear. What brought a little surprise to me was seeing all the Colonial Marines mixed in with them. "Hey Sergeant! I got some researchers here needing protection!" the Guard called out. Suddenly one of the soldiers whose back was turned began to raise his voice out of frustration. "Why the hell is that my job? I thought you were security, we're just here to try and yank all of you sorry bastards out of-"

When the soldier turned around, he suddenly stopped his verbal objections when he saw us. A surprised smirk soon graced his face as the man marched over to me through the sea of men gearing for combat. When he finally neared I was shocked to see none other than Vasquez being the source of the voice. Seeing him in full gear made me feel a wave of deja vu pass over me, and for a moment I remembered when I first came here.

"Well look who it is! How the hell did you get out of the bug labs?" Vasquez asked. I shook my head and quickly responded, "Long story, and I don't think you would believe me if we even had the time to talk. I just want to know how the hell we're supposed to get the hell out of here." Vasquez nodded and his smile vanished in a flash as his serious tone quickly took over once again. "Yeah, you know I was just thinking of the same thing. Follow me."

He led us to the back of the room where they had mapped out the facility using blueprints. Multiple marines stood around the map, and one with a radio marked red X's across multiple areas. Vasquez took a spot in front of the maps and turned around so he was facing the room. "Hey you pricks! Shut the hell up and gather round! We got bug killing to do!" His voice was loud and commanding, a side of him that I had never seen before.

The room immediately grew silent as the soldiers and security alike all gathered around him. He took a moment looking at the layout and we all watched in silent dread as yet another area was marked off the map. "Listen up! Doctors up above got a little too cocky again, and as you all well know, we got ourselves a full Xenomorph infestation on our hands." He turned to the map and pointed at the security room we were in, located deep within the facility.

"Now. As far as we know from the radio, everything to the northern section of the facility is a kill zone. All squads there have gone dark and are very likely dead, last we heard from them is that the Matriarch's chamber was being attacked." The hard truth he spoke put an uneasy air in the room and I began to think of our chances of getting out. He looked around before continuing. "Now that may be enough to put your average coward into a spiral of hopelessness, but we are the Colonial Marines and we got a damn job to do!"

His new tone inspired confidence as a few soldiers began to lean in on the speech. Vasquez turned around and began to draw multiple paths through hallways of the facility. "Now in total we have about thirteen soldiers on hand, so we'll break it down into two fire teams to help better our chances. Fireteam one will be in charge of getting security to the upper levels to hold the facility until The Marlow can deploy reinforcements. If the roof falls, the planet falls."

Vasquez then pointed to the next path he drew, this one heads west through a sizable portion of the facility. "The other fireteam will go west through the facility in order to reach the monorail system. They'll take Orion here and his friend, as long as any other survivors they find along the way." It was then radio sounded off once more and even more sections of the building began to be crossed out. A tinge of worry grew on the faces of some of the security in the room but the soldiers stood firm.

"Now, The Marlow will be sending down recovery ships in the colony and will establish an FOB there as well. If we can get the survivors to the Freaya's Hope Colony, then we can get them off this rock. Once you complete your goal, group up with The Marlow and support them however you can." Vasquez turned around back to the crowd and picked up his pulse rifle. "Do you understand?" In a flash the soldiers all responded together. "Yes Sergeant!"

Vasquez smiled and rallied his men. "Well then you know what they say! The only good bug is a dead bug! Let's go kick some ass marines!" In unison, the troop gave a bellowing warcry as they all shouted "Oorah!" and stood up to finish preparing for what lay ahead. Vasquez walked to a group and began to talk to them, and as he did so I walked over to William to make sure he was ok.

"Hey there Will, you doing ok?" William sighed and took a long look around the room. "Yeah, I think I'm feeling a lot better." He took a moment of silence before looking at me. "Y'know, I really think having all these marines here might actually give us a chance. Back on my colony, by the time they got there it was already completely taken over. Now though, we got them here. We might just actually have a chance Orion." He snickered as he finished, giving me a small grin. "I just better not catch you trying to pet one."

I let out an awkward chuckle as I patted him on the back. "We're gonna make it out of this man, I just know it." I said to him as we relaxed together on a bench. Our moment of silence was quickly broken as Vasquez marched over to us. "Alright Orion, the plan is all laid out and there have been some developments. We got word from The Marlow, and they are wanting me to head to the colony and guide out the survivors. I was originally intending on holding up top, but I guess you're just going to be stuck with me."

Vasquez walked over to a wall locker and pulled out two pistols. He walked back to us and handed us one each, along with four magazines for us. "This here is the VP78 Pistol, standard issue here on BG-386. I'll walk you through how to use it." With a quick and smooth motion, he pulled out his own from his holster. He began to show us the inspection of the gun. "This here is the trigger, you point at a bug, and pull this. When you aim, look for your sight picture, line up all the dots so the middle one is between them, easy stuff." Then he began to flip it over. "Here is your safety, if you don't switch this off, you're going to be very confused as you get ripped apart."

It was then he got to the final functions of the pistol. "A squeeze of the trigger will let off a single round, however, if you flick this switch here it will fire in three round bursts." He gave us a moment to look at it before putting it back in his holster. "Understand?" I took a moment to make mental notes of how it worked and nodded my head along with William. Vasquez paused just before he turned away. "Only take this out if you absolutely have to, that means life or death." he paused once more, "Oh yeah, if I see you point this shit at any of my men, I'll blow your fuckin knees of personally, get me?"

With a quick nod we responded and Vasquez walked off to get ready to leave. We sat there together in silence as we both mentally prepared ourselves for the up and coming journey. As I sat there, everything that happened today finally began to set in. I recalled first walking into the room after Groves sent me for help. I recalled seeing the bodies of the men Six had slaughtered being dragged out, only for whatever was left to be quickly scrubbed away. I recalled the horror in William's eyes as I tried to comfort him.

Above all else, there was one thought that still dominated my mind. The memory of Six choosing to spare me in that fateful moment. Once again, I reached into my pocket and pulled out the music player. When I saw it, sweet memories of Six and I filled my thoughts, and slowly all the bad began to flow away. I recalled showing her music for the first time, and how happy she seemed. It was almost liberating to finally feel a tinge of happiness in a time like this, but soon I heard Vasquez call us over.

We walked over to him side by side and now his team was fully decked out in gear. "Alright, the first fireteam has already left, so we gotta get moving if we're going to make it in time for The Marlow to catch us. If we move now, we should be able to avoid most of the Xenos that are making their way through the facility. Let's move out Marines!" With the words spoken, Vasquez, William and I, along with about 5 other soldiers all began to move through the halls of the facility.

I noticed two of the men had broken down the turret and have decided to bring it with us, hopefully we just won't have to use it. The walk into the dark hallways began to instill a deep dread within me, and despite all the protection around me I still felt like death could be behind any corner. We moved as one, William and I being in the middle, Vasquez in the front, and the rest on the sides.

When we marched out of the hallway leading to the armory, Vasquez gave a silent order to halt our advance. "Everybody, motion trackers on. You see the smallest blip you tell us." Vasquez ordered in a hushed tone. Suddenly, as they all turned their devices on, a low ping could be heard. It reminded me of a heartbeat, the pace and sound, and it did not help my worries in the slightest.

As we continued through, the horrible pings from the motion trackers only built the tension more and more, yet nothing ever came. We continued together for quite some time, until eventually we came to our first checkpoint, Volatile Materials. The large door to the next wing was sealed tight, but Vasquez simply walked to the nearby panel and began to punch in code. It took only moments for him to get the door to open for us. We marched into the area only to see it almost completely barren. Being back in my old place of work put a foreboding feeling in my gut.

The marines kept their heads on a swivel, looking high and low for anything that looked out of place. It was then that high pitched pings were heard on one of the sensors, and my heart sank as the whole party turned in the direction of the source. Slowly, ever so slowly, the pings got louder and louder as whatever caused it got ever so closer to us. The sensors showed that it all came from a single door and the marines got into position, ready to gun down whatever came out of it. As we all looked on to the door, the pings suddenly stopped.

Anticipation built up inside of me as I feared what was to happen next. It was then the door unlocked and slid open, revealing a dark hallway. Just as it did the soldiers turned on their lights to blind whatever it was that was on the other side. "Don't shoot!" a voice cried out from the doorway. In a quick moment of realization the men relaxed and put down their guns as Vasquez quickly walked over to that we just found.

"You need to be a lot more careful next time you're sneaking around. You just about got blown away." Vasquez said to the new group. The man leading them nodded and began to talk, "We are so glad to see soldiers, ever since the sirens went off everyone disappeared." Vasquez guided them into the hall and brought them into our group, there were about three of them all together. Much to my surprise however I saw none other than James among them.

As Vasquez caught them up on what was happening and our plan to escape, I nudged William and pointed out the odd presence of James here. William and I gave ourselves looks of confusion and concern, and waited for James to join us. It took only a few moments for the new group to finish their learnings from Vasquez and soon James noticed us as well. He seemed just as shocked to see us here as we were to see him.

He awkwardly walked over to us and gave us both a strange glance, only for it to then change to a small grin. "I must be honest, I thought you both would surely have perished due to you both working at the time of the incident." I gave him a nod and a smile, trying to look sincere when in reality my mind was plagued with suspicion. "We were both lucky to get out right before the break out, I think the better question is what are you doing all the way over here?"

To that he simply chuckled and shook his head while looking at the floor. "It's almost comical actually, I was just visiting some other old colleagues of mine here to relax for a bit, then everything started falling apart. A time that was made for some relaxation turned into the times of chaos we find ourselves in now." I nodded at the explanation and his presence suddenly made a whole lot more sense. As James began to talk to William of the specifics of the situation, I noticed the man from earlier was still talking to Vasquez.

"I'm telling you, there are more people locked in here in the upper level. I know it's a risk but we gotta at least try to free them!" the man said with desperation in his voice. Vasquez chewed on the corner of his lip while he weighed the risks. Finally he shook his head, "Fuck it." he mumbled. He looked up to his troops and called out to them once more. "Slight change of plans ladies and gentlemen! Turns out we got some folk in here trapped up stairs. We are going to take a slight detour, get them out, and then get the hell outta here, any objections?"

The room stayed silent and Vasquez gave a final nod of confirmation. "Alright then." He turned to the man. "Lead the way, we got your back." The man thanked him and then led us into the hallway from where they first met us. This hall was smaller and didn't give us enough room that the main halls provided. We had to stand in two columns just to fit, with soldiers in the front and rear to protect us.

The hall was especially dark as well, and the claustrophobic setting didn't help anyone in trying to keep calm. We stayed together and followed our guide through the winding halls, before eventually we made our way to a staircase. When we reached the top, it was only a few more turns through the labyrinth until we finally got to the door they talked about for so long.

The door was obviously jammed and the motion sensors picked up two more contacts inside the room. Vasquez went to the door and tried to override it, only for it to open just barely and slam shut. He cursed under his breath and looked around, before finally setting eyes on a pipe that ran across the ceiling. He took the butt of his rifle and began to smash on the end of the pipe, until it eventually was broken off. It released a horrible jet of air as it did but quickly subsided. He motioned for one of his men to come to his aid and got into position.

Just as before, he told the soldier to activate the override. This time however, as the door opened for just a moment, Vasquez crammed in the piece of pipe before it could close once more. Now with his leverage made, Vasquez used it as a makeshift crowbar and began to pry with all his might. As he did, they used the override again, and with the joint efforts of the door trying to open and the leverage of the pipe, the door finally came open.

"Hello? Anyone in here?" Vasquez called out. Suddenly two figures rose from underneath desks in the room. One was a young lady that ran to the side of our guide, and the other one was an aged man in a high level lab coat. As I laid eyes on the man, rage filled my heart as terrible memories rushed into my mind. He stood up and walked to Vasquez, and I made sure to stay out of his sight. "Hello there soldier, thank you for saving us. My name is Everett, I work as an administrator here on BG-386."

Hearing his sickening voice only helped fuel how mad I was, and I wanted nothing more than to reach out and punch him. "I knew you would come to aid me, but enough time for talk, I want to get out of here before any of those things arrive." Vasquez looked at the man quizzically before motioning for him to join the group. "Whatever you say Mr. Everett, just listen to me and we'll all make it ok." It was then Vasquez looked at the door and shook his head.

"We better move, and fast. Something was sure to have heard that." As commanded, we all began to once again head into the dark labyrinth. I stayed next to William and eyed Everett from behind with fury. As we walked William seemed to notice my glare and gave me a nudge. "Hey, Orion, you ok? You've been staring at that guy ever since he showed up." I leaned over to William and whispered to him. "Remember how I said I started out working here, and that I got put under some sick bastard who beat the crap outta me for trying to save a man's life?"

William's eyes grew in understanding as he recalled my tale. He looked to Everett, and then back to me. "You gonna be ok with him here?" William said. I simply shrugged and pulled my glare off of Everetts back. "Yeah, I think so, guess I just have a lot more on my mind than I thought." Just as we finished talking, we made our way back to the staircase which led downstairs.

As we now neared the main hall, I decided to talk to William a bit more as we traversed the maze-like structure of the area in utter darkness. "William, do you ever regret choosing to come and work for Weyland-Yutani?" He immediately chuckled and shook his head. "Everyday I wake up pal. I don't think anyone-" just before he could finish, a loud ping could be heard and the entire group screeched to a halt.

"I got a contact! Bearing 273, range 35 meters and closing!" shouted a voice from the marines. Then, another ping sounded. "Contact! Bearing 93, range 40 meters!" shouted another. Then another ping sounded, and another, until all we could hear was the loud warnings of the motion sensors. As they grew closer, we all began to look around in fear at what was about to happen. Vasquez finally spoke up, "Everybody! Stay together and move! Whatever you do, do not leave this formation!"

We began to all jog as we made our way out of the dark hallway as fast as possible, all the while the pings followed us and slowly gained ground. We eventually ran into a four way intersection and Vasquez turned to our guide and grabbed him. "Where the hell do we go! Lead the fucking way already!" The man stuttered but eventually raised his hand in our needed direction. Our jog slowly became a run as we desperately tried to out pace the inevitable threat.

Just as we made our way to another intersection, he motioned for us to continue straight, but as I reached the hall I heard a sickening hiss and turned to my right. To my horror, I saw a whole group of Xenomorphs down one of the halls and froze. My inaction led to me falling behind and one of the soldiers in the back shoved me and tried to get me to move. "Come on man! You gotta stay moving!" he yelled.

Vasquez quickly turned around at the commotion and shook me around. "Wake the fuck up Orion! We don't have time for this! Get your ass moving!" Despite his deafening commands, I could barely hear him. The whole world seemed to be tuned out around me as I stared at the approaching swarm. Vasquez looked to the group and to me before finally mumbling a curse. "Fuck it. Orion, meet us at the next checkpoint! We gotta move, we can't wait around for you!"

As I snapped back to my senses, I looked around only to hear the rest of the group run into the darkness. I was completely disoriented and eventually chose a random way to run. I pushed my body as hard as I could, and slowly but surely by breath became ragged as my legs ached. My sprint through the corridors only left me more lost than I was before, and eventually exhaustion got the better of me. I looked around in fear of what to do, only now realizing I have been completely separated.

Sweat began to form on my brow as my heart quickened. I looked around but alas the lighting was too dark for me to see. The only thing I could sense was the sound of gunshots echoing through the halls, and the subsequent screams of slain Xenomorphs. It was then I remembered the weapon Vasquez gave me and I quickly pulled out the side arm, fumbling it into the right position in my hands. Luckily, it had a light under it, and I quickly turned it on. I used it to see where I was, and I slowly and quietly began to walk through the halls, once again alone.

I continued on, walking aimlessly through the labyrinth, before finally coming to a door. A tinge of hope filled my mind as I thought this was the door back. I did it! However, much to my disappointment, it only led into a larger dark room. I walked inside the tiled room, making sure to look around as I did so. It had an odd sense of familiarity to it, yet I couldn't place why. In the center of the room was a strange table and I walked closer for a better look.

It was then I realized I was in a dead end, and not only that, but I had made my way into a testing room, just like the one that poor man was trapped in all those years ago. Realizing my situation, my heartbeat quickened immediately and I turned around to get the hell out. Just as I did so, I looked on in horror as I watched a Xenomorph drone crawl in slowly through the door, blocking my only exit.

I backed myself against the wall and did my best to aim at the creature. My heavy breathing and lack of experience only proved to make aiming effectively near impossible. As the creature grew closer, I gave up trying to aim and simply pulled the trigger. As I did, nothing happened. I tried to pull the trigger again, only for it to once again refuse to budge. I looked at the device in horror, only then to remember what Vasquez said. The fucking safety! I forgot the safety! I frantically looked down at the weapon and fumbled it in my hands looking for the button.

With a fleeting moment of success, I found and pressed the button and went back to aim. Just as I did so however, I looked on in horror as the Xenomorph finally made its move and pounced, flying through the air with its claws stretched out towards me. My eyes grew wide and I could barely even react as it jumped. My body winced and I moved to cover my neck so that I may have a chance to live, no matter how small it may be.

Before it could strike however, I heard a massive thud and looked on to see another Xenomorph had thrown itself at the one that tried to pounce me. They got into a brutal fight as they clawed at each other and threw themselves onto the floor. I watched the whole scene with confusion and a heavy tinge of curiosity at the back of my mind, never had I seen this from a Hive. Perhaps they're fighting over me as a meal?

My attacker managed to swipe a deep blow at my defender's arm, and sent a small patch of blood flying through the air. Realizing just how bloody this might get, I quickly took cover by the operating table and peeked from the side to watch the fight continue. While my defender might have taken a blow, it did not seem to faze it in the slightest. They both backed off for a moment and circled each other, both seeming to try to get the other to back down.

Eventually, my defender let out a deafening hiss and shot out its jaw in an attempt to threaten the attacker. The action seemed to work as the one who attacked me backed away and gave a very angry sounding growl before running off into the darkness. Once again, I was locked inside a room with a Xenomorph. I looked on in fascination as my mind still worked through what I just saw, but it was the moment the Xenomorph moved toward me that I remembered just what I was dealing with.

The Xenomorph took its time as it took slow steps towards me. As it neared I fumbled for my gun and took aim, only to freeze once the light shined on the alien that protected me so fiercely. It was Specimen Six. I looked on in wonder, blinking as I thought what I saw couldn't possibly be real. Everytime I opened my eyes however, I saw only Six sitting in front of me. I shook my head, still having a hard time accepting everything that just happened.

As I sat there on the cold tiled floor, Six simply sat along with me and stared. Eventually, I finally got my arm to move and put the gun down on the floor. Just as I did so, she walked right up to me and grabbed me. She moved my arms up and looked around my body, for what purpose I am not sure. Seeming satisfied, she let go and took a step back. I shook my head and spoke. "You saved me, you came back for me… why?"

Six simply took another step forward and put her head close to mine. I heard her purr just as she would in the past, and ever so carefully I lifted a hand up to her head and pet her. Just as I did, she moved her head into the crook of my neck and began to rub her head against mine. I let my other hand gently wrap around her back and for the first time in years, everything seemed right as we shared this embrace.

- Authors Note -

With a new week comes a new chapter! Chapter thirteen brings with it the reunion of many characters throughout the story, all with their different goals and background. With the Facility in full lockdown and sending out a distress call to The Marlow, we get to see our old fighting friend Vasquez take charge and lead the march to safety. During this march, not only do we get to see James reappear, but the malicious Doctor Everett as well. Having still worked for Volatile Materials all this time, who can say what unknown horrors the man has done. Finally, we get to the choice Specimen Six made in the last chapter, and we finally get to end a chapter on a good note with their embrace.

As always, I hope that you have enjoyed reading my story, and I want to once more say thank you to everybody who has taken the time to favorite, follow, and most importantly review my story. Seeing all the feedback lets me know that I'm doing well in telling this story, and at the end of the day I am here to entertain! One last note is a question I have for everybody, so please let me know soon! In the coming chapters I have played with the thought of adding a temporary third perspective of a new and incoming character (No hints!). This would be during the beginning of some chapters in the story and I feel it could add a fun new perspective into the mix. This is no way confirmed, as I have yet to try it, but if you think this is a good idea let me know!

Thank you all for everything you do, and I wish everybody that sees this a spectacular day! This is your narrator, signing off.