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OK!� I finally made
Chapter 7!� Sweet jesus, I�m a lazy ass.

Well, ok�no.� That�s
not true.� My job, which I just quit, has
been dominating a lot of my time.� Yes,
it means I have more time now, but it also means I ain�t gonna be eatin� very
much if I don�t snapback another job.�
So�

Now, this chapter�just like all the rest, completely
unplanned.� Hardly any future-sight done
for it.� No diagram detailing
possibilities, causes, and effects.� This
is straight, unedited, from the horse�s mouth.

I figure it�s time for some plot development,
nevertheless.� Prepare to meet the enemy
of the humans:� humans as well.� Ladies and gentlemen, we are a self-butchering
species, and I bet you anything to everything it�ll be that way for a long
time.

Anyways.� Here we go.

Chapter 7:� Mysteries
of the past

� The bridge door slid
open.� Fox tentatively walked in,
escorted by the four guards who had been guarding the passageway.� There had actually been eight, but the other
four remained behind.� One of them took a
step forward and stood at arms, the armed equivalent of unarmed personnel
standing at attention.
� �Petty officer first
class Dawson requesting permission
to escort unauthorized being aboard, sir!� he barked.
� Enigma turned from
the main view port at the front of the rectangular bridge, hands clasped behind
his back, scrutinizing them with his inscrutable solid white eyes.� After a moment, he turned his head to a woman
standing beside him.� She was tall, and
looked tough enough to hold her own against Fox.� She nodded curtly.
� �Permission
granted,� she rasped.
� The petty officer
nodded and took another step forwards, shouldering his weapon, turning to
Enigma.
� �Sir, the captive
you wished to see is here,� he said.
� Enigma nodded in
reply and looked past him to Fox.� Fox
couldn�t help but feel nervous.� He was
in the presence of high security and apparently the higher ranks of the force
that had him under their gaze.� However,
at the creature�s- HUMAN�S, Fox corrected himself, gesture, he took a step
forwards without hesitation.� Enigma
gestured at the man and his three followers.
� �You may leave us,
Petty officer,� Enigma said softly.� The
man nodded, and gave an order to the other three, and they departed out the
door, which slid shut silently behind them.�
Enigma turned his gaze back to Fox.
� �Well, vulpine, I
assume you�re probably confused, nervous, and feeling totally uneasy.� Am I correct in that analysis?� he asked.
� Fox gave a single
nod.� �You might say that,� he replied
dryly.
� Enigma smirked slightly.� He nodded at the woman next to him.
� �This is Captain
Janice Mainstay.� She is the commanding
officer of this ship, which is known as Scarlet
Falcon,� he explained.� The woman
inclined her head faintly.� Fox returned
the gesture, his gaze momentarily flicking to her as he did before snapping
back to Enigma.
� Enigma
continued.� �I�m going to be very blunt,�
he said, taking a step forwards.� Fox
resisted the urge to take a step back.�
Something just told him that despite the man�s calm nature, he was
someone you did show neither fear nor disrespect to.
� �I feel I need to
lay all the cards on the table.� We need
help, we�re tired of war, and we need all the allies we can get.�
� Fox frowned, raising
both hands in slight defense.� �Hey,
you�re asking the wrong guy, I�m afraid. �I�m not a representative of anybody.�
� �But you have some
ties to the scout ships that were sent to look at us and that opened fire at us
when our patrol ships nearby them were detected.� Otherwise, you wouldn�t have appeared no more
or less than a 35 hour time period after our little alteration with those scout
ships.�
� Fox�s frown deepened.� �How do you know they were scout ships?�
� Enigma chuckled
faintly.� �I�ve been in the admiralty for
many years.� I can tell by a craft or
ship�s weapons, design, and configuration what its purpose is, what it
specializes in doing, what it excels at fighting, and what it underachieves in
fighting.� We were quick to jam their
communications, because we knew if they sent any transmissions while we
captured them, there could well be an attack task force sent after them.� Since you showed up, it leads me to believe
whoever is in charge of the chain of command you and scouts belong to doesn�t
know enough of us to launch an attack, which is EXACTLY what I want, at least
for now.� This is where YOU come in.� I need you to go back and tell your
commander, whoever they are, that we�re not here to fight, we�re merely here
to-�
� �Whoa whoa
whoa.� Wait up just a second,� Fox
interjected, against his better judgment.�
He noticed Enigma�s eyebrows raise slightly but the human did nothing
else beyond that.� �Why should I tell
them that?� So far, what I�ve seen is
quite the opposite; capturing me and three squads of Cornerian scouts, locking
us away from our ships��
� �And yet I had my
doctors make extra sure you were all unharmed,� Enigma replied simply.� Fox shrugged.
� �Ok, I�ll take that,
but what about the Cornerians?� I haven�t
seen them anywhere, I have no proof that they�re still alive.�
� �Ah, yes, you�re
correct, I haven�t shown you proof, have I?�
My apologies.�� Enigma turned and
beckoned at Fox to follow him.� Fox
paused briefly, then followed the human past various displays and bridge
crew.� A few of the humans sent him
suspicious glances, but nobody else said a thing to him.� Finally, Enigma stopped at a door that was
labeled in red letters, �Security.�� He
pushed something into a small keypad next to the door, and three sets of doors,
each set within the other, slid open.�
Enigma walked inside and Fox followed him into the small corridor.� Here were more displays, but the lighting
here was much lower than in the bridge.�
Twenty heavily armed and armored humans in full-body suits stood at
attention along both sides of the room.�
Recessed into the wall were another half dozen stations, each manned by
two naval operators.� Fox could easily
discern the soldiers from the non-soldiers at least, now�� The soldiers were all in battle suits and
were packing long, gunmetal-gray weapons with neon green energy cores located
just over the rear grips and triggers, for the most part.� At least he assumed they were energy cores�he
couldn�t really be certain.
� The men all at the
controls throughout the ship, or moving equipment around, or performing
maintenance duties, or anything else along those lines, all wore light,
slightly loose-fitting jumpsuits in various colors.� So far, what he had witnessed, the colors
dictated one person�s duties.� He had
seen red-suited naval personnel working on what he had assumed were the human
space fighters in the fighter bay where he had see his Arwing being kept, and
on the bridge, he had seen nothing but green-wearing personnel, except for the
woman and a couple others, who wore black.�
He supposed that black denoted high-level command duties.� He�d seen various other colors, too, but had
yet to witness them doing anything to understand their duties or to prove his
hypothesis.
� Now here in this
room, where, apparently, the security operations took place, the men at the
controls, and two women, too, were all dressed in blue jumpsuits.� He also noticed that the soldiers in this
room had heavier battle suits than usual, plus their rifles were different and
looked more powerful.� Their armor,
rather than being olive drab green, was black.�
He also noticed an insignia on each soldiers� upper left breast portion
of their armor, a silver logo of a rectangular shield with two of the human
rifles these apparently special troops carried, with the letters B.O.C.F. over
this insignia.� Each soldier had a symbol
on their left shoulder portion of their armor.�
Various stripes, stars, bars, and circles decorated each one.� He would later learn this denoted rank.
� Enigma led Fox to
the furthest station in the left side of the room.� The man attending the console did not look up
as Enigma spoke.
� �Ensign, camera 12
on the view screen, please,� he said curtly.�
The man nodded.
� �Aye, sir,� he
replied, pushing a couple buttons in front of him.� On the screen suddenly flashed a room,
roughly 12x12 in size, occupied by six unmistakable Cornerian pilots.� Fox frowned.
� �What of the
others?�
� �Next camera,
ensign,� came Enigma�s reply.� The screen
changed, and another room, identical to the last but with seven pilots in it,
flashed on.� They all looked unharmed, if
not somewhat confused and dejected�which was understandable given the
circumstances.
� �They�re being held
in five different cells around the ship,� Enigma explained, standing up
straight again, having bent over to view the screens, turning to Fox, and
continuing, �mainly for security purposes.�
Are you convinced yet?�
� Fox sighed, folding
his arms over his chest.� �I guess,� he
replied quietly.� This COULD be some sort
of fabrication, but if it was, then he just couldn�t really see why they would
go through THIS much trouble.� Not that
they didn�t apparently have the expertise, but at this point it seemed like it
wouldn�t make any sense.
� �Good,� Enigma
said.� �Now, follow me back out to the
bridge, and I�ll explain everything,� he said, turning and moving back down the
hall, moving beyond the doors after they opened.� Fox glanced at the score of soldiers in the
hall�they were somewhat scary, in a sense.�
The helmets had black wrap-around visors that were reflective and
covered their entire face.� The rest of
the helmet covered the entire head, leaving nothing to identify them by, not
physically, at least.� He shuddered, then
followed after Enigma, blinking in the bright light of the bridge.� Enigma glanced around at the bridge and its
personnel, then looked Fox squarely in the eyes.� Fox tried hard not to look away.
� �Ok.� Continuing where I left off�I need you to go
back to commander, whoever they may be, or whatever contact you may have with
the officer in charge of whoever it was that sent those scouts, and I need you
to tell them�again, we�re not here for a war.�
We�re here mainly for sanctuary, if they can be graceful enough to grant
it to us.�
� Fox narrowed his
eyes slightly, looking away and thinking.�
After the Aparoid War, a population census had shown that 5 out of 10
men, women, and children had been killed as a result of hostilities from the
Aparoids.� A further 2 out of every 10
had been Aparoidedated in some way.� Half
of those had died of the unusual infliction.�
General Pepper had barely survived.�
This left 4 out of 10, or 40% of the population left post-war.
� He couldn�t see how
granting the humans sanctuary would cause any problems in population influx,
that was for sure�
� �I can do that�can�t
guarantee anything�but I can try,� Fox said after he was done thinking it
over.� �They won�t respond kindly to the
loss of the-�
� �The ships are in
the hangar bay of another ship,� Enigma interjected, knowing what he was going
to say.
� �Alright, well�I�ll
try.� Now, before this, however�I have a
question�why do you need sanctuary, and why are you here?�
� Enigma smiled a
little, almost as if amused, but more like impressed in a small way.
� �I was hoping you�d
ask.� Ok, it�s a bit of a story, but I�ll
give you the short version.� See, I come
from a planet called Earth.� It�s in the
system that orbits the star, Sol.� Over
the course of the past two centuries, we�d managed to colonize almost every
planet and moon in the Solar System.� We
were beginning to explore deeper portions of space.� Our teralight-speed radar, communications,
and travel systems made it so that portions of the galaxy light years away from
us were instead literally a few hours away.�
Our nations on our planets, and the planets themselves, were all unified
under one banner, government, and language.�
Eventually, we made contact with our first non-human, sentient species.�
� �The Cerinians,� Fox
said.� Enigma nodded.
� �Yes.� The Cerinians.� The same race your girlfriend is from.
� �She�s not-�
� �As I was saying�it
was unusual�our two races, human and Cerinian, could communicate
perfectly.� We both spoke the same
language, somehow.� We have yet to ever
understand how that�s possible.� And
since you speak the same language, and apparently can read it as well�this
furthers the mystery.�
� Fox blinked.� That was a bit unusual�� We have several variations of our language
but for the most part, we�ve gravitated to just the one I use now.� It�s been that way for decades, ever since
the unification.�
� Enigma nodded.� �Likewise�but we�ll figure that out
later.� In any case, the Cerinians
remained the only sentient life form that was not human, yet humanoid, that we
ever came across.� We traded with them�gave
them raw materials from the planets in the Solar System, in exchange for raw
materials natural to their planet, which they, obviously, called Cerinia.� And then, not so very long ago, maybe a
couple decades or so, an unknown force attacked three of our merchant ships and
destroyed them.� We sent a task force to
see what the deal was.� We found Cerinia
being attacked mercilessly, completely under siege and surrounded by relatively
small yet deadly warships that were firing lasers into its atmosphere.� The superheating was causing the ozone layer
of the planet to burn away slowly.� We
had our task force move in and engage the enemy ships.� When it seemed like we were forcing a
retreat, several of the ships dropped hundreds of landing pods onto the planet.� We realized even if we won the battle in
space, our trading partners on the planet were going to be destroyed�after all,
they never had much of an armed force.�
They spent most of their time like any other peaceful race.� They also practiced various forms of �magic,�
but they had nothing to fight off an assault of that size��
��Fox glanced away as he listened.� This was the second time he�d heard this, and
somehow, he still felt pangs of guilt when he did.� Enigma�s calm recital of everything somehow
didn�t help.
� �So�we sent in our
marines.� The marines are our
ship-stationed soldiers.� They�re some of
the best trained soldiers we have, almost as good as our commando forces.� We sent in about 1,800 of them.� I was with them.� We were outnumbered in space ten-to-one.� On the ground�heh�a hundred-to-one.� We fight like rabid animals�something I�m
quite proud of�but yet, it was all for nothing.�
Up above, another armada of enemy ships had dropped out of
hyperspace.� We had subspace-jump
capabilities�so we knew our enemies were primitive in their ability to fight
us.� But outnumbered as badly as we
were�about 50 enemy ships to our five relatively lightly-armed frigates and
three corvettes, it wasn�t long before the problems started happening.� We were taking heavy casualties on the
ground�we were spread far too thin.� We
were trying to slow down the enemy advances on the most vital of the
population�the government and all that.�
We were trying to somehow give them somewhere to hide until the second
stage of our forces, a full-blown strike force, arrived to both reinforce us
and evacuate the Cerinians.�
� Enigma went
silent.� His eyes had a distant look to
them as he recalled all that had happened.
� �We were
slaughtered.� Overhead, all the corvettes
and three of the frigates were destroyed.�
We were down to maybe 500 or 600 troops left.� We were ordered to retreat on the
double�which is a way of beating around the bush from saying �the situation is
FUBAR (Fucked up beyond all repair), get the hell out of there or you�re being
left behind.�� We never leave anyone
behind, but you still gotta say that,� Enigma said dryly.
� �You said that it
was a patrol, that the Androssian forces were starting to wander into your star
system�the frigates, I mean, the patrol��
� �Yes, technically it
was a patrol.� But the patrols, three of
them, received a distress signal from our merchant vessels just before they
were destroyed.� We sent in one more
frigate, designated them a task force, and ordered them in.� Then that whole mess started�as for the
Androssian forces, yes, they did intrude on our systems�but little more than
scout ships.�
� �I see.�
� �In any case�we
piled aboard our three remaining dropships and watched out the port windows as
we saw the Cerinians get slaughtered�and we realized at that point just how
helpless the entire situation had been.�
1,300 of our buddies were down there, somewhere, dead.� As we pulled up out of the atmosphere, three
dozen enemy interceptor ships came out of nowhere and attacked.� The two remaining frigates diverted their
single-ship fighters to engage the interceptors, but nevertheless, we still
lost one of our dropships, the most heavily-loaded, too.� 350 more were killed when the dropship was
blown up.� Our dropships, the ones we
left on, were smaller, hence the smaller loads.�
We landed in the hangar, and for the marines, that was the end of the
battle.� I was but a Captain back
then.� Not a naval Captain either, but a
marine Captain.� I went onto the bridge
and watched as the two remaining frigates pulled away.� They opened fire again and destroyed an
entire wave of new dropships from the enemy fleet, but when the enemy fleet
turned and fired on our frigates, they damaged the shield system of one of the
frigates�the one we were on, actually, which had been designated the flagship
of the now-beaten task force.� We pulled
away, and jumped out.
� �I told you about
the rest, right�?� What we came back to
see?�
� Fox nodded
silently.� He couldn�t make a verbal
response.
� �Yeah.� Well�needless to say, the defeat was crushing.� We�d come to accept the Cerinians as our friends,
and they were gone.� We searched for
weeks after the battle for survivors.�
Never found a one.� I�m surprised
your girlfriend made it out.�
� �She�s not-�
� �But, anyways.� Not long after this, civil war broke
out.� Nationalistic groups from Mars, another
planet in the Solar System, wanted to make each planet its own,
locally-governed �nation.�� Naturally,
the government of Earth didn�t like this idea too much.� War broke out.� The nationalists had a lot of support,
therefore a lot of money�along with the space-based shipyards of Mars.� They had a fleet that, while not much of a
problem, still was a fleet.�
Nevertheless, we, the Earthlings, broke them after only two years, and
they scattered to the asteroid belt in our system.� Mars was back under Earth-based
government.� We never bothered to pursue
the nationalists.� It was a fatal
mistake.� The nationalists took on a
religious zeal.�
� Enigma frowned
deeply, biting on his lower lip.
� �A year later, they
developed a massive fleet, one that outnumbered ours.� It was definitely not based on quality, but
on sheer numbers.� They built a fleet of
ships that required five of their frigate-classed ships to take out one of our
corvette-classed ones.� In a head-to-head
situation, we had the advantage, if it was one-on-one.� But their tactics were the standard swarm
maneuver.� They�d throw everything our
way.� And it didn�t cost them much in
either materials or lives to lose a ship.�
They made their ships cheap, with a requirement of very few crew
members, making them highly disposable.�
The crew of these ships didn�t care.�
Like I said, they took on a religious zeal.� To die in the attempts to destroy us granted
them eternal paradise in the afterlife.
� �For about two more
years, the war raged.� We�d destroyed ten
of their ships for every one lost, but that wasn�t enough.� Rather, they still had the upper hand.�
� Enigma smiled
grimly.
� �We�d continued to
build ships of higher performance, putting quality over quantity, because we
simply could not out-manufacture them.�
The entire asteroid belt was under their control, each of millions of
rocks producing millions of tons of material for their ships.� However, we still had control over the
planets in the system beyond the asteroid belt.�
The materials from those planets gave our ships an edge.� They had tougher metal alloys, designed
specially to minimize any and all damage taken from anything the nationalists
could throw at us.� This culminated in
our most powerful ship ever�� She was
christened the U.E.S.S. Super Battle
Carrier Final Enigma, so named
because the technology that built her was the result of the overcoming of many
scientific mysteries.�
� Up until her
creation, the primary and most powerful weapon aboard a warship of Corvette
tonnage or more was a battery of super-intense beams of light energy, which
within a fraction of a millisecond could easily burn through the thickest armor
with no problem.� Each pulse of energy
required a good five minutes to get to peak charge per �cannon.�� Two cannons for a Corvette, six cannons for a
Frigate, 8 cannons for a Carrier, 12 cannons for a Destroyer, 22 cannons for a
Superdestroyer, 30 for a Cruiser, 36 for a Supercruiser, 40 for a Battleship,
and up to 50 for a Flagship, which was essentially a beefed-up Battleship.� Naturally, for each increase in tonnage, the
reactors to power these ships were larger and more effective, but since the
size of the lasers and their batteries got larger as well, it made charging
such weapons very slow.� As such, we used
other weapons while our laser batteries charged.� The secondary weapons were often missiles or
torpedoes.� The most common of these were
the Striker SLM-12s, which were designed to
pierce and bury into the armor plating of a vessel, then detonate, causing
disastrous results.� No ship had any hope
of withstanding either of these weapons.�
The nationalists used standard impact-detonating missiles that, for the
most part, put holes in our ships, but rarely destroyed.� Their lasers were undercharged yet still
enough to oftentimes cut through the armor and hit the engine core located at
the back of each ship, or gut the bridge.
� However, the Final Enigma was the first ship to
utilize a new type of reactor system.�
Previously, our ships had used nuclear fusion and the resulting energy
creation to power themselves.� It was a
step up from previous methods of using nuclear fission, safer, and cleaner,
too.� But it also was insufficient to
rapidly power our weapons and engine systems, leaving our ships slow in both
speed and firing.� The lighter
nationalist ships were by comparison much faster, able to flank us and get a
shot into our engines, bridges, and fusion cores.�
� Enigma paused,
noticing Fox was starting to fidget a bit.
� �Sorry, am I boring
you?
� Fox shook his
head.� Actually, he found this much
rather interesting.� He was now fully
convinced the man was telling the truth, or at least, almost fully convinced.
� �No, not at all,
just�can we sit or something?� I can see
this is going to take a while, not to ask you to stop or anything, but��
� �Oh,
sure thing.�
� Enigma turned and
led him over to another side passage attached to the bridge, this one labeled
War-Room.� Fox knew the term meant the
area where the planning and strategy operations were carried out�but why did a
MEDICAL cruiser have one of these?� It
wasn�t a command vessel, unless the human vessels were all designed to be able
to operate on their own without need for a nearby command ship directing all
operations, or something else along those lines, in which case, the humans were
better planners than the Cornerians were.�
They sat at a metallic table, on cushioned seats that levitated off the
deck.� Enigma continued as Fox got
comfortable.
� �Anyways, as I was
saying.� The Final Enigma was built with a new energy reaction technology.� I can�t give you the details on it, but we�ll
just say it was more than enough.� It can
simultaneously power our engines to 100%, recharge all energy weapons within
ten seconds, maintain the shields or recharge them at an accelerated rate if
needed, and if that is too slow, we can redline the reactors up to 300% safely
for ten minutes.� The main gist of it is
it�s a quintuple core reactor.� One main reactor with four smaller reactions in a crisscross
lattice system.� The coolant is
provided by the reactors themselves; they generate a slurry
of super-chilled ions�so the more we crank the engines up, the more coolant we
have to supercharge the reactors.� 300%
is the limit because the amount of generated ions stops at the 250% redline
point, so pushing the cores to 300% actually is what puts them in the redline
zone.� Running for long periods of time
at anything over the 100% power rate is dangerous because eventually the ions
will start to decay under the constant heat.
� �As for the weapons
systems, well, that�s classified�as is the armor�the shielding systems�well,
everything else is, really,� Enigma finished lamely, shrugging.� Fox nodded slowly.
� �So why are you
telling me all this, then?�
� �Well�our new toy
and the entirety of the fleet, with new upgrades to their weapons, shields,
engines, and reactors, left the space docks.�
We all were on course to the asteroid belt.� Then, we engaged the nationalists and their
fleet.� We began obliterating them, and
their asteroid bases, with ruthless efficiency.�
But we were too slow to destroy their ultimate weapon�something called a
Supernova Missile.� They fired it from
one of their asteroids and used decoys to keep us from blasting it out of the
vacuum.� We watched as it shot right for
our sun.� It buried 3,000 meters into the
sun�then detonated.� Something about its
design completely destabilized the sun�s core.�
It went supernova.� The
nationalists all crammed aboard their ships and ran, as we turned and sped back
to Earth.� As the sun started going
supernova, we evacuated all those that we could aboard every single
space-capable ship possible.� We saved
perhaps a billion people from all of the different
planets total�out of nearly twelve billion, the rest of which we had to leave
behind.� The sun went supernova as we
made our escape into slipspace.� The last we saw of the Solar System�was the
sun exploding, then suddenly eating itself and tearing a black hole into
space.�
� Enigma shut his eyes
at this point, clenching his jaw.
� �It was only a few
months ago�everyone is still recovering from the shock.� The entire Solar System�destroyed.� Billions killed�all of our planets in the
system either consumed in the gigantic blast, frozen into ice-cubes, or more
likely, sucked into the endless vortex of the black hole that replaced our
sun.�
� Fox sat silently,
eyes staring at the metal table.� How
could anyone commit such a crime, to commit murder on such a grand scale, by
means of obliterating an entire system�� He glanced up, to see Enigma apparently
suppressing tears.
� �So many people
lost.� All because of a
rogue group�s idealistic and religious views.� Throughout our kind�s history, this has been
nothing new�but this was on a whole different scale.�
� They both lapsed
into silence.� Enigma took a deep,
shuddering breath, shaking his head.
� �So�one and a half
billion humans, aboard about seven hundred-fifty ships,
drifting through space.� We went
from system to system, the ones we had colonized�only to find that the
nationalists had beaten us to them.� We
picked up maybe a few hundred survivors total�out of another billion or
so.� I, personally, don�t know why it
didn�t happen sooner�but maybe if it had, the results would�ve been even more
disastrous.� I don�t know.� All I do know is, we
exited slipspace in the last known inhabited system
only a couple days ago.�
� Fox looked up, his
gaze having shifted back to the table.�
�Here.� The Lylat System.�
� �Yes.�
� �To
seek sanctuary.�
� �Yes.�
� There was another
pause of silence.� Enigma broke it.
� �So do you see
now?� Why we are here?� Why we don�t want war?� Why I tell you all this?�
� �I�think so.�
� �Will you help us?�
� Fox shrugged.
� �I�don�t know.� If it were up to me�I�d say yes.� I can try to help, but��
� �Just talk to them.�
� �Alright��
��While were in station-keeping here, we
performed a few long range scans.� There
is one planet I think would just fine.�
� Fox tilted his head,
frowning.� �Which one?�
� �Titania.�
� Fox blinked.� �The desert planet?� It�s completely arid, uninhabited except by a
bunch of freak-show monsters all over the place.� Why there?�
� �Uninhabited.� Aridity is hardly a concern.� We have hydroponics technology that can make
an arid landscape fertile.� We would be
intruding on nothing, and the planet�s constant, wide orbit would make it so
we�d constantly be on the periphery of the system, where we could provide
patrols at all times, to help protect and guard the system from more outside
attacks.� And with the nationalists still
out there somewhere, probably hunting for more people to slaughter in their
whacko beliefs, you�ll need the help,� Enigma said, staring levelly at
Fox.� Fox sighed, then
nodded.
� �I�ll see what I can
do.� You said Titania,
right?�
� �Titania.�

Ok!!� I finally
finished it!� Whoopee!� AND I�ve
given myself a place to start from for the next chapter.� So far all the little cogs are meshing
together most beautifully.� :3� If there�s a point
that doesn�t make sense, be sure to point it out to me, by the way.� If it is something I screwed up on, I�ll
change it, or if it�s hard to understand, I�ll address it.� See you all really soon; I�m on a writing
binge this week.� ^_^
~Enigma~
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