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		<title>Unverse</title>
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&lt;div&gt;The space between universes serves as the road best traveled to expand a dictator&#039;s domination over all of reality&#039;s existence.&lt;br /&gt;
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== Summary ==&lt;br /&gt;
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=== Physics and Breaching ===&lt;br /&gt;
Unverse is an area of existence absent normal light, sound, and gravity.  Normal matter can exist in Unverse without smashing, and through entering and exiting travel between universes is possible.  Electricity does not function in Unverse.  Only Imagination and Maelstrom energies subsist in both reality and unreality, that is to say the characteristics of Unverse.  Normal energies can persist inside Imagination shield bubbles projected by devices inside Unverse.&lt;br /&gt;
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As beings of Imagination, Minifigures can remain conscious even fully exposed to Unverse.&lt;br /&gt;
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The interface between Unverse and universes can be breached by using Maelstrom.  The chaotic, twisting properties of the energy when focused on the atomic level can distort reality allowing entrance to Unverse.  Once inside Unverse, Maelstrom is quickly dissolved and dispersed unless contained in an Imagination shield.  Such a device can then precisely release the Maelstrom on a grid of individual atoms to breach Unverse again and allow exiting into the reality of any known universe.&lt;br /&gt;
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Each universe&#039;s atoms are oriented in one of infinite distinctly identifiable ways.  The atoms in Unverse are in a state of perpetual rotation and can be inspired with Imagination-osmosis to point a certain direction to choose which universe for the traveler to land in.  Discovery of Universes is facilitated as such.&lt;br /&gt;
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Unverse consists of a single molecular structure of unidentified and unidentifiable elements.  The normal state (the state when discovered) is a malleable and traversable &amp;quot;liquid&amp;quot; state.&lt;br /&gt;
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In 3028 AF (Primary Dimension Timeline) the bonds between Unverse&#039;s molecular elements were separated and each element type forced into separate state.  The change in consistency is to the impediment of as-yet-conventional Unverse travel.  Separated, the elements lose their reception to Imagination and Maelstrom.&lt;br /&gt;
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=== Effects on minifigures ===&lt;br /&gt;
As conventional energies and chemical reactions do not function in Unverse, minifigures traveling through Unverse may continue to function mentally while their physical bodily functions come to a pause, to no permanent harm.  Early portable devices for Unverse travel, for instance the Unverse Manipulator produced by the Secondary Dimension Leek Works, failed to project Imagination shields beyond the device&#039;s storage, exposing travelers to Unverse.  Upon returning to reality, &amp;quot;Unverse-touched&amp;quot; travelers are prone to experiencing nausea, headaches, vertigo, disorientation, and muscle weakness.  The conglomeration of temporary ill effects are aptly described as &amp;quot;Unverse Sickness&amp;quot; and usually pass after an average of 78 seconds. &lt;br /&gt;
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Minifigures traveling through Unverse in groups are able to sense the conscious thoughts and emotions of each other.  Commonly reported was the mental hearing of &amp;quot;voices&amp;quot; or &amp;quot;whispers.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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== Appearances ==&lt;br /&gt;
* &#039;&#039;[[Charcoal and Embers]] &#039;&#039;(mentioned)&lt;br /&gt;
* &#039;&#039;[[Concerning the Construction of a certain Rad Washing Machine]]&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
* &#039;&#039;Song of the Swans&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
* [[Talmid Show]]: Season 3&lt;br /&gt;
* &#039;&#039;[[Thirty Days]]&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
* &#039;&#039;Transdimensional Maneuvers&#039;&#039; (unnamed)&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category:Locations]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
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		<title>Thread:FleetCaptainT/@comment-76.118.249.116-20170424064017</title>
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		<updated>2017-04-24T06:40:17Z</updated>

		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;76.118.249.116: Created page with &amp;quot;   &amp;lt;p class=&amp;quot;western&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-style: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;Thirty-nine&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;  &amp;lt;p class=&amp;quot;western&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;margin-bottom: 0in...&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
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&amp;lt;p class=&amp;quot;western&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-style: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&#039;&#039;&#039;Thirty-nine&#039;&#039;&#039;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;p class=&amp;quot;western&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;p class=&amp;quot;western&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-style: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-weight: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Â  After successfully disabling the rest of the Pirate Ships, Intrepid and Red ran to the Avant Gardens launcher where Luke, Mara, and Shira, Jay and Katie, and Rover, Cyclone, and Kate were loading the last segments of their supplies. âFast!â Intrepid panted before he dropped to his knees, howling.&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;p class=&amp;quot;western&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-style: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-weight: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-style: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-weight: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Â  &amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Cyclone cocked his head. âFast what?â&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;p class=&amp;quot;western&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;p class=&amp;quot;western&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-style: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-weight: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Â  &amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;â&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-style: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-weight: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;He means we need to get off this rock fast.â Shira translated gruffly and with a tremendous heave shoved the last box of Armor Shine into Roverâs Pod Rocket. âIâll take this if you donât mind,â she asked of nobody before swinging into the cockpit and blasting into the sky.&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;p class=&amp;quot;western&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;p class=&amp;quot;western&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-style: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-weight: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-style: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-weight: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Â  &amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Rover blinked. âShe took my rocket. Anyway, we need everyone out of here now.â&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;p class=&amp;quot;western&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;p class=&amp;quot;western&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-style: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-weight: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Â  &amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;â&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-style: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-weight: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;And fast.â Intrepid rolled into a sitting position and grimaced. âI think I sprained myself landing on that last Pirate Ship.â&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;p class=&amp;quot;western&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-style: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-weight: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-style: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-weight: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Â  &amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;No one wasted time to ask what he was doing on a Pirate Ship. A shadow passed over the launch area, a shadow with wings. The first of the Maelstrom Dragon wing swung around and swooped down to attack. In its dive it rolled over, revealing the Stromling-manned machine guns, four of them, on its back. A bomb clutched in the dragonâs claws was aimed right at the launcher.&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;p class=&amp;quot;western&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;p class=&amp;quot;western&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-style: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-weight: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Â  &amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;â&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-style: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-weight: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Everyone out!â Rover shouted. The others were already running for the bunker with the underground hanger. They intended to launch from there. Meanwhile machine gun fire strafed the ground around them and took off armor points. The dragon was about to drop its bomb when suddenly its neck was cut off. Rocket fired laser beams pierced its scales and the neutralized dragon parts, its crew, and its bomb fell over the Block Yardâs edge harmlessly. Cailan and Crimsonâs rocket streaked by.&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;p class=&amp;quot;western&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;p class=&amp;quot;western&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-style: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-weight: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Â  &amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;â&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-style: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-weight: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Theyâre useful for once.â Intrepid commented. Jay and Katie reached the cellar doors first and held them open, then Intrepid and Rover.&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;p class=&amp;quot;western&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;p class=&amp;quot;western&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-style: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-weight: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Â  &amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;â&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-style: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-weight: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Make yourself useful and check the other bunkers for stragglers.â Rover suggested.&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;p class=&amp;quot;western&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-style: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-weight: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-style: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-weight: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Â  &amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Intrepid reached for his Unverse Manipulator but dropped his hand when Red, running with the othres disappeared from view. She was already on it. Cyclone, Kate, Luke, and Mara had taken time to exchange weapons fire with the approaching rest of the dragons. Gripping each others hands, Cyclone and Kate dashed in and the Figdroids looked anxious to shut the doors.&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;p class=&amp;quot;western&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-style: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-weight: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-style: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-weight: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Â  &amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Then the bombs began to fall.&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;p class=&amp;quot;western&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-style: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-weight: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-style: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-weight: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Â  &amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Intrepid shouted for Luke and Mara to run faster. He would whisk them in if recent maneuvers hadnât depleted his manipulatorâs already limited energy. So he could do nothing as target reticles created a minefield between his two companions and safety, and all around them. The first explosions began to send dirt flying from orange bursts of flame and their flashes grew brighter as they neared. Intrepid saw Luke throw Mara and then dive after her but a flash from the nearest explosion blinded Intrepid. Dirt rained down and he heard Jay and Katie slam the doors shut.&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;p class=&amp;quot;western&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-style: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-weight: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-style: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-weight: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Â  &amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;He also heard &amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-style: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-weight: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;screaming&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-style: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-weight: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;.&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;p class=&amp;quot;western&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-style: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-weight: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-style: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-weight: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Â  &amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;When his eyes &amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-style: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-weight: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;resumed&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-style: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-weight: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt; working, Intrepidâs heart almost stopped. Mara had made it in, and so had Luke but not in one piece. The blood drained from Intrepidâs face, but not as much as the blood that spilled where Lukeâs legs were &amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-style: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-weight: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;vaporized&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-style: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-weight: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt; from the blast. âOh-â&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&#039;&#039;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-weight: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;god&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&#039;&#039;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-style: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-weight: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;. Intrepid wanted to move or do something to help the blond boy but his own legs had gone numb. When Luke stopped screaming it was to cough in a way that suggested additional injury.&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;p class=&amp;quot;western&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-style: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-weight: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Â  &amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;â&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-style: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-weight: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Stay with us, Luke.â Mara had ran to Lukeâs side. She grabbed his hand and locked eyes. âStay with &amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&#039;&#039;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-weight: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;me&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&#039;&#039;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-style: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-weight: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;,â she repeated as his breathing became labored.&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;p class=&amp;quot;western&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;p class=&amp;quot;western&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&#039;&#039;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-weight: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-style: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-weight: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Â  &amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;So much blood&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&#039;&#039;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-style: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-weight: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;.&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;p class=&amp;quot;western&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;p class=&amp;quot;western&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-style: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-weight: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-style: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-weight: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Â  &amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Intrepid was dimly aware of people moving around him. &amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-style: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-weight: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;They could try to save Luke. Intrepid couldnât even turn away. When he shut his eyes he saw memories.&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;p class=&amp;quot;western&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;p class=&amp;quot;western&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&#039;&#039;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-weight: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-style: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-weight: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Â  &amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;So many people smashedâ¦&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&#039;&#039;&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;p class=&amp;quot;western&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;p class=&amp;quot;western&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-style: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-weight: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-style: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-weight: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Â  &amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Luke took a shuddering breath.&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;p class=&amp;quot;western&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;p class=&amp;quot;western&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&#039;&#039;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-weight: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-style: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-weight: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Â  &amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Some were killed before they could smash.&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&#039;&#039;&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;p class=&amp;quot;western&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;p class=&amp;quot;western&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-style: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-weight: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Â  &amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;â&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-style: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-weight: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Nooooooâ¦â Mara began to wail.&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;p class=&amp;quot;western&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;p class=&amp;quot;western&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&#039;&#039;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-weight: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-style: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-weight: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Â  &amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Smashed or not, there was nothing he could do to help them.&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&#039;&#039;&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;p class=&amp;quot;western&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;p class=&amp;quot;western&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-style: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-weight: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-style: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-weight: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Â  &amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;He slumped to the ground while Mara buried her face in Lukeâs shoulder, and&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-style: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-weight: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt; Intrepid &amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-style: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-weight: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;blacked out.&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;p class=&amp;quot;western&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;p class=&amp;quot;western&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-style: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-weight: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;...&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;p class=&amp;quot;western&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;p class=&amp;quot;western&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-style: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-weight: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-style: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-weight: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Â  &amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Cyclone put his hand on the girlâs shoulder. &amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-style: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-weight: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;â&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-style: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-weight: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Heâs gone.â he said softly.&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;p class=&amp;quot;western&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;p class=&amp;quot;western&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-style: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-weight: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Â  &amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;â&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-style: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-weight: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Heâs not.â Mara shook him loose.&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;p class=&amp;quot;western&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;p class=&amp;quot;western&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-style: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-weight: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-style: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-weight: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Â  &amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Cyclone glanced at Rover. âWe have to go.â Cyclone repeated, and crouched next to the garnet-haired girl. âMara-â&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;p class=&amp;quot;western&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;p class=&amp;quot;western&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-style: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-weight: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Â  &amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;â&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-style: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-weight: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;NO!â she whirled on him with such a ferocity it made Cyclone step back. Her eyes were glossed and her face burned with flush. âWeâre all we have left!â She choked on a sob. âLuke is, was all I have left.â she repeated, crestfallen. âNow-â&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;p class=&amp;quot;western&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;p class=&amp;quot;western&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-style: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-weight: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Â  &amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;â&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-style: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-weight: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;You have us.â Cyclone said firmly.&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;p class=&amp;quot;western&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;p class=&amp;quot;western&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-style: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-weight: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-style: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-weight: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Â  &amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Unexpectedly Mara flung her arms around Cyclone and nearly knocked him over from the sudden embrace. She sobbed bitterly, her tears dampened his shoulder. After a moment, he gripped her back.&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;p class=&amp;quot;western&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;p class=&amp;quot;western&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-style: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-weight: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-style: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-weight: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Â  &amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;There was a gasp from next to them and Cyclone stared saucer-eyed over Maraâs shoulder as Lukeâs chest heaved with an intake of breath. Then he was knocked down when Mara pushed off him and grabbed Lukeâs arms. She hauled him to his feet.&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;p class=&amp;quot;western&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;p class=&amp;quot;western&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&#039;&#039;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-weight: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-style: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-weight: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Â  &amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;His feet&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&#039;&#039;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-style: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-weight: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;. Mara pulled Luke into a tight standing hug that the boy took without toppling. He looked in perfect health.&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;p class=&amp;quot;western&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;p class=&amp;quot;western&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-style: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-weight: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-style: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-weight: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Â  &amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Cycloneâs eyes shifted to Kate, crouched next to where Luke had laid, and leaning on the wall. Her eyes were closed and her hair floated as if flowing with electricity. Stray Imagination energy discolored the wall behind her back and cloudy wisps of it still drifted from her open hands. When her eyes opened they glowed a shining blue that slowly faded to normal white. Her hair lost its shine and drooped back down and Kate drew a ragged breath. She tried to stand, but then she collapsed - into Cycloneâs arms.&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;p class=&amp;quot;western&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;p class=&amp;quot;western&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-style: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-weight: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Â  &amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;â&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-style: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-weight: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Iâm alive.â Luke gasped, looking down at himself and his uninjured body, as much as he could with Mara clinging to him, and then at Kate. âYou saved me.â&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;p class=&amp;quot;western&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;p class=&amp;quot;western&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-style: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-weight: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Â  &amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;â&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-style: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-weight: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;You saved him?â Cyclone echoed, bewildered. Leaning against him for support, Kate nodded weakly. âYou can save people from dying?â&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;p class=&amp;quot;western&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;p class=&amp;quot;western&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-style: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-weight: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Â  &amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;â&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-style: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-weight: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Weâ¦ can.â Kate sighed. Then her eyes shut from exhaustion.&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;p class=&amp;quot;western&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;p class=&amp;quot;western&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-style: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-weight: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-style: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-weight: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Â  &amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Now Cyclone felt a hand on his shoulder. It was Rover, and behind him stood Red with Allison and Ben. Edgar and Evelyne were fetched as well. Intrepid, who was still out cold, was draped in Edgarâs arms and Evelyne stroked his face.&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;p class=&amp;quot;western&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;p class=&amp;quot;western&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-style: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-weight: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Â  &amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;â&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-style: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-weight: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Ray, Jonna, Crimson and Cailan, Skilled Honored Ninja, Strange Odd Shadow, and Shira are already in rockets.â Red reported.&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;p class=&amp;quot;western&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-style: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-weight: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Â  &amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;â&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-style: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-weight: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Then thereâs the rest of us.â Rover said. Dust fell from the ceiling as another bombardment began above that shook the walls. âWe should really be going now.â&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;p class=&amp;quot;western&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-style: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-weight: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Â  &amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;â&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-style: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-weight: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Weâll need to use two-seaters.â Cyclone said.&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;p class=&amp;quot;western&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-style: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-weight: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Â  &amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;â&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-style: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-weight: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;We have them.â Mara affirmed.&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;p class=&amp;quot;western&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-style: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-weight: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Â  &amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;â&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-style: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-weight: normal&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Then letâs get out of here.â Rover proclaimed.&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&amp;lt;ac_metadata title=&amp;quot;Chapter 39&amp;quot;&amp;gt; &amp;lt;/ac_metadata&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
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	<entry>
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		<updated>2017-04-16T05:24:36Z</updated>

		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;76.118.249.116: Created page with &amp;quot;   &amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-family:Courier&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Thirty-seven&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;  Swing, &amp;#039;&amp;#039;clang&amp;#039;&amp;#039;.Â  Swing, &amp;#039;&amp;#039;scrape&amp;#039;&amp;#039;.Â  Push, &amp;#039;&amp;#039;clang&amp;#039;&amp;#039;.Â  Swing, &amp;#039;&amp;#039;swish&amp;#039;&amp;#039;.Â  Miss.  &amp;quot;Try to cool down.Â  You...&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
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&#039;&#039;&#039;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-family:Courier&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Thirty-seven&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
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Swing, &#039;&#039;clang&#039;&#039;.Â  Swing, &#039;&#039;scrape&#039;&#039;.Â  Push, &#039;&#039;clang&#039;&#039;.Â  Swing, &#039;&#039;swish&#039;&#039;.Â  Miss.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Try to cool down.Â  You&#039;re angry and it&#039;s not helping.&amp;quot; Cyclone advised.Â  Their training session had started with swords, basic shortswords, and so far all of Kate&#039;s moves were blocked or swiftly dodged.Â  At the fifth swing she guarded for the planned switch, but Cyclone lowered his sword instead.&lt;br /&gt;
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Kate breathed heavily and spun the sword down.Â  &amp;quot;I&#039;m sorry, Cyclone.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;You wanted to train our powers.Â  Let&#039;s switch to that.&amp;quot; he suggested.&lt;br /&gt;
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Despite the hurt lingering in the front of her head, Kate smiled and turned to face the bunker&#039;s empty wall opened to the edge of the World, the sky and clouds beyond.Â  This subterranean bunker was built up to the Block Yard&#039;s edge, and could be entered by rockets behind disguised hanger doors.Â  Some tools and machinery were off to the corners, allowing Kate the breadth and room to cool off.&lt;br /&gt;
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She pushed her arms forward and sent twin jets of fire into the open air.Â  Dark orange reflections danced over the gritty concrete walls from the moving flames.Â  They stretched fifty feet out of the hanger doors before blowing out in bonfire sized puffs; a small distance in the overwhelming space separating the Block Yards, but a overflowing range for close combat, and she wasn&#039;t giving it her all.&lt;br /&gt;
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Heat built up in the hanger and Kate let the flames end.Â  She dropped her hands to sides, then flapped them in the air and blew on her fingers.Â  &amp;quot;Stuff&#039;s hot!&amp;quot; she yelled, spinning around to see Cyclone standing slack-jawed.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;That was an impressive display.&amp;quot; he managed.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Supposedly we can do anything with our powers.&amp;quot; Kate told him, which raised Cyclone&#039;s eyebrows.Â  &amp;quot;I think some testing is in order.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Where do we start?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Use your Imagination.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Nice one.&amp;quot; Cyclone ran a hand through his hair.Â  &amp;quot;There has to be a catch.Â  Using our powers takes enough focus already.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Kate considered.Â  &amp;quot;Think it&#039;ll be something cliche like getting lost in the power?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Cyclone shared her glance.Â  &amp;quot;Possibly.Â  I bet Interpid has a file on it, from the Future Dimension.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Kate masked her glower with a one-eighty degree twirl.Â  &amp;quot;Where do we get that?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;We ask nicely.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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On the surface they found Intrepid close to where they left him.Â  The others were still milling about and all the sorting work had been done.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;It&#039;s two hours till we&#039;re expecting on Crux Prime, like you said.&amp;quot; Intrepid told the two.Â  He looked more haggard than usual; he was exuberating confidence in comparison fifteen minutes ago.Â  No doubt about it, Allison Ryder&#039;s reveal and their subsequent encounter had a thing to do with it.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Plenty of time for a cursory glance.Â  Or more.&amp;quot; Cyclone said brightly.Â  &amp;quot;Who knows, what we found out might come in handy.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Intrepid handed him an unlinked laptop computer.Â  &amp;quot;Everything&#039;s downloaded to this.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Cyclone got to his knees and Kate crouched behind him as he began browsing.Â  &amp;quot;Look under &#039;Nexus&#039;,&amp;quot; she suggested.Â  &amp;quot;That&#039;s what Ryder called our powers, &#039;Nexus Powers&#039;.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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There were about 1523 entries beginning with Nexus.Â  Cyclone glanced backwards and put a hand on the lid.Â  &amp;quot;Sure we&#039;re not better off asking her?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Kate stood and looked about.Â  &amp;quot;Where&#039;s she anyway?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Intrepid was still standing nearby, hands in his pockets, and turned the other direction.Â  &amp;quot;Red gave her a chewing out.&amp;quot; he said as if absentminded.Â  &amp;quot;She&#039;s on the scouting roster though.Â  Probably skipped town.&amp;quot;Â  He then stalked off towards their fleet of rockets, to oversee loading of supplies.&lt;br /&gt;
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Inwardly Kate felt a little sorry for flipping out like she did earlier, at him, but she didn&#039;t say anything.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Speaking of the devil,&amp;quot; Cyclone caught himself at the swear, then continued, &amp;quot;there&#039;s a file on Miss Ryder.&amp;quot;Â  His eyes scanned left and right, before he returned to the index.Â  &amp;quot;There&#039;s a lot of history in these files... but it wouldn&#039;t be history to us.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Kate returned to behind him, curious.Â  &amp;quot;What&#039;s it have on us?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;That&#039;s not why we&#039;re here.&amp;quot; Cyclone reminded.Â  &amp;quot;Nor do I want to read about my future.Â  Or yours.Â  Or anyone&#039;s for that matter.&amp;quot; he added quickly.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;It&#039;s another dimension, silly.Â  Nothing that happens there affects us.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;I just don&#039;t want to know anything that will change how things &#039;&#039;should&#039;&#039; happen.&amp;quot; Cyclone sighed.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;And how &#039;&#039;should&#039;&#039; things happen?&amp;quot; Kate inquired.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;I don&#039;t know and that&#039;s the point, I don&#039;t want to know.Â  Here, this article on Creation Sparks has a subsection on &#039;Anomalous Variations&#039;-&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Cycloe was cut off by an invisible shockwave that rippled his skin and toppled him sideways, and knocked Kate the other way.Â  Less firmly planted items took to the air, including the laptop, which flew over their heads and probably smashed into more than a few pieces.Â  Funnily, Kate imagined how long it had taken for Intrepid to copy the database, since that progress was likely gone now, before the flash of light and thunderclap of an interdimensional rupture hit them.Â  That sent another shockwave of the auditory type over the Block Yard.&lt;br /&gt;
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When Kate could hear again and her brain wasn&#039;t being marauded by high pithced ringing, she got up and blinked to bring the dark mass looming behind the Block Yard&#039;s mountain into focus.Â  It was a Venture Class starship darkened by the combined shadow of several smaller Pirate ships and Maelstrom dragons flying above it, headed straight down towards them.&lt;br /&gt;
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It was a Maelstrom Dimensions Invasion Force, arriving early, and Kate knew immediately it was coming for them.&amp;lt;ac_metadata title=&amp;quot;Chapter 37&amp;quot;&amp;gt; &amp;lt;/ac_metadata&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
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		<updated>2017-04-10T22:59:54Z</updated>

		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;76.118.249.116: Created page with &amp;quot;Kate studied the dark-brown haired girl, who stood fifteen feet away with a neutral expression on her face, like she was waiitng.Â  Kate&amp;#039;s eyes narrowed.Â  She knew Allison Ry...&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;Kate studied the dark-brown haired girl, who stood fifteen feet away with a neutral expression on her face, like she was waiitng.Â  Kate&#039;s eyes narrowed.Â  She knew Allison Ryder was a Leek Works agent by word of mouth, she knew that much about her, but not much else any other way, until now.Â &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;What do you know about my powers?&amp;quot; she inquired.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;Everything.Â  And more.&amp;quot; Allison took a step forwards.Â  &amp;quot;There are some things you need to know.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Hate to leave on a cliffhanger.Â  I&#039;ll be offline for the next 49 hours.Â  But tell me your guesses as to what Ryder is going to tell Kate. [[File:emotion-3.gif]]&amp;lt;ac_metadata title=&amp;quot;Song of the Swans - Chapter 35 part 2&amp;quot;&amp;gt; &amp;lt;/ac_metadata&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
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		<updated>2017-03-31T20:17:12Z</updated>

		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;76.118.249.116: Created page with &amp;quot;   The Future Intrepid, as he will henceforth be identified, must like sitting in the dark.Â  Intrepid&amp;#039;s shadow, projecting forth from the doorway, stretched to the one other ...&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
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The Future Intrepid, as he will henceforth be identified, must like sitting in the dark.Â  Intrepid&#039;s shadow, projecting forth from the doorway, stretched to the one other source of light in the unlit office: a terminal screen that lit up Future Intrepid&#039;s face.Â  He stared down at the terminal, but acknowledged Intrepid&#039;s entrance with the words, &amp;quot;Light switch to your left.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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As the door shut behind him, Intrepid ran a hand over the sensor and the room lights came on, illuminating one of the better furnished abodes in any incarnation of Leek Works.Â  Alternating wood floor and green carpets separated opposing mahogany wood and black obsidian shelves, filled with trophies or items and boxes of files respectively.Â  File cabinets and more shelves lined the back wall behind Future Intrepid, who looked up from the terminal on his desk in the small office&#039;s center.Â  He had a blue file in his hand.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Take a seat please,&amp;quot; Future Intrepid said, and he put the file on the desk between them.Â  Intrepid pulled up a chair but didn&#039;t sit in it.Â  He stared down at its labelled cover, which read &#039;&#039;Notes &amp;amp; Observations ~ Dimension NS3-B&#039;&#039;.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;You wanted to talk, about what?&amp;quot; Intrepid asked.Â  &amp;quot;I don&#039;t want to be here for long.&amp;quot;Â  Looking around at all the files, he wondered what info he could get from this goldmine that would be helpful to him.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;I don&#039;t want to keep you long either,&amp;quot; Future Intrepid agreed, &amp;quot;I&#039;m sure, as leader of your Leek Works, you&#039;re very busy as well.&amp;quot;Â  They both raised their eyebrows, and Future Intrepid&#039;s eyes panned up and down Intrepid&#039;s face, no doubt trying to read his reaction.Â  &amp;quot;You do have a Leek Works, don&#039;t you?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Yeah.&amp;quot; Intrepid confirmed.Â  &#039;&#039;At least, we did&#039;&#039;...&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;As I suspected.Â  I&#039;ve read Agent Red&#039;s report on her interactions in your dimension.&amp;quot; Future Intrepid informed Intrepid.Â  &amp;quot;You helped her fight an invasion force from D-NS1-M, and stop an instance of Subject 19-NS-H from destroying the Nimbus Polyverse.Â  You&#039;re friends with Luke and Mara, Gallant Strong Cyclone, and Kate.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Intrepid nodded.Â  &amp;quot;It was all Red.&amp;quot; he said, and stopped from adding, &#039;&#039;I&#039;m very proud of her&#039;&#039;.Â  It wasn&#039;t his place to say.&lt;br /&gt;
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Future Intrepid smiled slightly, but the look in his eyes stayed grim.Â  &amp;quot;I&#039;m proud of my daughter, she&#039;s Leek Work&#039;s best agent, she&#039;s loyal, smart, and dependable.&amp;quot;Â  He dipped his head and sighed wistfully.Â  &amp;quot;I only wish I were as good a father to her.Â  Nevermind that.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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He stood up and pivoted on his booted heels, gesturing to the walls and beyond.Â  &amp;quot;All this: my entire operation, Leek Work&#039;s Transdimensional Division, exists for one thing now.Â  Not exploration.Â  Not for evacuation.&amp;quot;Â  He turned to Intrepid.Â  &amp;quot;We&#039;re here to fight, to stop the Maelstrom Dimension.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;I&#039;m letting you in on our battle plans, because we can no longer do it alone.&amp;quot; Future Intrepid continued.Â  &amp;quot;Our Nexus Force isn&#039;t interested in fighting another war.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;But the Maelstrom Dimension - D-NS1-M - threatens everyone,&amp;quot; Intrepid stated, &amp;quot;and everything in every dimension, including this one.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;The Nexus Force here would rather solve the issue of protecting ourselves, by blocking all interdimensional travel to and from here,&amp;quot; Future Intrepid related, &amp;quot;than defeating the extradimensional Maelstrom threat.Â  The lives we&#039;d give up - it&#039;s not worth it to them.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Not even to defend countless innocents?&amp;quot; Intrepid asked.Â  &amp;quot;My entire Nimbus System would be speaking Stromling by now if it weren&#039;t for yours and Red&#039;s help.Â  Are they that careless?Â  What changed?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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The Future Intrepid sat down and drummed his fingers on the desk.Â  &amp;quot;It&#039;s more like, they no longer think we can win.Â  The Maelstrom Dimension is powerful.Â  The Darkitect is considered unbeatable.&amp;quot;Â  He leaned forwards.Â  &amp;quot;But now, we have your help.Â  My Leek Works, and yours.Â  Believe it or not, you&#039;re all the help I need.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Intrepid glanced at him sideways.Â  &amp;quot;Red and I were thinking the Nexus Forces of various dimensions would join with us.&amp;quot; Intrepid said.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;An intrepid idea.Â  Unfortunately my Leek Works doesn&#039;t have the infrastructure to support the movements of such a large scale operation,&amp;quot; Future Intrepid said, &amp;quot;not to mention, none of the relatively-primitive Nexus Forces stand a chance against an army of the Maelstrom Dimension.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Can you at least send messages to the other dimensions, warning them?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Possibly.Â  It&#039;s not part of my plan.&amp;quot; Future Intrepid put another file on the desk, and Intrepid picked it up.Â  &amp;quot;I&#039;ve planned something more... covert.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Future Intrepid returned to his feet and began to pace the room.Â  &amp;quot;Tell me, younger me,&amp;quot; he began, &amp;quot;would you like to see the Darkitect die?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Intrepid blinked.Â  &amp;quot;I suppose...?&amp;quot;Â  He would like to see the Maelstrom defeated, although he hadn&#039;t thought of it in... &#039;&#039;personal terms&#039;&#039;.Â  His eyes followed Future Intrepid&#039;s alternating strides, which suddenly stopped at a picture frame on the wall.Â  The older Intrepid stood tall, looking otherwise composed, but by the tone of the conversation, the arch in his shoulders, and the way he wiped imaginary dust from the glass - or was he just touching it? - Intrepid knew without seeing the expression on Future Intrepid&#039;s turned-away face was downcast.Â  Sullen.Â  Resentful.&lt;br /&gt;
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And considering the picture was a photograph of Kate, it easily dawned on Intrepid what Future Intrepid had meant by his words, &amp;quot;see the Darkitect die.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You want revenge.&amp;quot; Intrepid pronounced.Â  It wasn&#039;t an accusation - it was a statement of fact.Â  It surprised him.Â  Intrepid understood loss.Â  He&#039;d gone reclusive after the Battle of Elistra.Â  It took a month after meeting Luke and Mara to get him out of his self-imposed, self-encapsulating shell of sadness.Â  It took another two for him to break out a smile.Â  But fourteen years had passed since the Future Dimension&#039;s Kate had died, and Future Intrepid was still haunted by her loss.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;There is an aspect of that.&amp;quot; Future Intrepid said, turning away from Kate to face Intrepid.Â  His visage almost entirely matched the mental image Intrepid had, with one detail missed: his eyes now burned with fiery determination.Â  &amp;quot;The Darkitect killed my wife.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Intrepid nodded.Â  &amp;quot;I understand the feeling.Â  They killed my family too.&amp;quot; he stated.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Future Intrepid hung his head.Â  &amp;quot;I know.Â  That, my extradimensional counterpart, is one of the consistencies between our dimensions, so I know everything you saw.Â  And we were able to heal after Elistra.Â  But Kate&#039;s death turned my life around, and not in a good way.Â  It turned &#039;&#039;everything&#039;&#039; backwards.Â  Which is why you need to help me end this.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Intrepid nodded again.Â  &amp;quot;I will.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;It&#039;s not just for me,&amp;quot; Future Intrepid clarified, &amp;quot;it&#039;s for you, and Kate, and Cyclone, and every instance of us in every dimension, and everyone else.&amp;quot;Â  He paused to chuckle.Â  &amp;quot;Luke, Mara and I always joked that we served the betterment of minifigurekind.Â  We cared just as much about ourselves.Â  But now, I just want to be a father, if it&#039;s not too late.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Future Intrepid returned to his terminal, and removed a USB stick which he showed to Intrepid.Â  &amp;quot;The file folders I&#039;ve given you,&amp;quot; he instructed, &amp;quot;are to be read first.Â  It&#039;s our plan of action to which you&#039;ve agreed to play your part.Â  But this,&amp;quot; he placed the flash drive in Intrepid&#039;s hand, &amp;quot;is a copy of our entire records.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What&#039;s it for?&amp;quot; Intrepid asked.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;For whatever you need my or Tiberius&#039;s help for.&amp;quot; Future Intrepid answered.Â  &amp;quot;There&#039;s not enough time to discuss everything I&#039;m sure you want to ask about.Â  Everything I know, you have access to now.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Like about reviving my family.&amp;quot; Intrepid confirmed.Â  &amp;quot;I take it...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Future Intrepid shook his head.Â  &amp;quot;That&#039;s a tragedy I won&#039;t speak about, but it&#039;s in my past - you never know what &#039;&#039;your &#039;&#039;future holds.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;There&#039;s no time for one question?&amp;quot; Intrepid asked, as Future Intrepid pushed him to the door.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;There will be,&amp;quot; Future Intrepid said, &amp;quot;after you get back to your dimension, and do what I&#039;ve instructed.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Intrepid held up the Unverse Manipulator Red gave him.Â  &amp;quot;I don&#039;t need to leave this room to leave this dimension.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Then who are you waiting for?&amp;quot; Future Intrepid chided.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Intrepid gave him a confused glance, before opening the door and exiting.Â  It took his eyes a second to adjust to the bright lights in the spiral hallway, where he found himself facing six people.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;We&#039;re coming with you.&amp;quot; Jay said, patiently tugging at the straps of his backpack.Â  He stood with Katie and an annoyed looking Red, and Ben, and spray-painting graffiti on the self-cleaning walls were Luke Mercury&#039;s wayward children, Cailan and Crimson.&amp;lt;ac_metadata title=&amp;quot;Chapter 32 part 2&amp;quot;&amp;gt; &amp;lt;/ac_metadata&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>76.118.249.116</name></author>
	</entry>
	<entry>
		<id>https://kotos.backorder.gr/index.php?title=Thread:FleetCaptainT/@comment-76.118.249.116-20170329003116&amp;diff=5761</id>
		<title>Thread:FleetCaptainT/@comment-76.118.249.116-20170329003116</title>
		<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://kotos.backorder.gr/index.php?title=Thread:FleetCaptainT/@comment-76.118.249.116-20170329003116&amp;diff=5761"/>
		<updated>2017-03-29T00:31:16Z</updated>

		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;76.118.249.116: Created page with &amp;quot;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-family:Courier&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Chapter Thirty-two&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;  &amp;#039;&amp;#039;Intrepid&amp;#039;&amp;#039;    &amp;quot;Your dad wants to talk to &amp;#039;&amp;#039;me&amp;#039;&amp;#039;?&amp;quot; Intrepid repeated as Red turned on her heel and headed t...&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&#039;&#039;&#039;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-family:Courier&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Chapter Thirty-two&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;Intrepid&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Your dad wants to talk to &#039;&#039;me&#039;&#039;?&amp;quot; Intrepid repeated as Red turned on her heel and headed to the offices, and he felt required to follow her.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He glanced back at Future Luke, who gave a thumbs up.Â  &amp;quot;See you around the polyverse, buddy.&amp;quot; the blond said.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I hope not.&amp;quot; Intrepid said, &amp;quot;I&#039;m retiring when this is done.&amp;quot;Â  He spun into the hallway and chased Red.Â  He saw her turn right at the spiral, and used his manipulator to drop in next to her.Â  She was walking fast.Â  &amp;quot;What&#039;s he want to talk about?&amp;quot; Intrepid breathed.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Probably he&#039;s looking for someone on the same brain-length to vent to.&amp;quot; Red huffed.Â  She gave him a sidelong glance.Â  &amp;quot;Don&#039;t tell him I said that, of course.&amp;quot;Â  They stopped outside the solitary dark wood door.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;What&#039;s the deal between us here? &#039;&#039;Intrepid wondered, although he knew better than to ask &amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;mso-bidi-font-style:italic&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Red&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;.Â  Maybe he could ask future him?&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;mso-spacerun:yes&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Â  &amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;He stepped up to a retinal scanner, and let it scan his face to unlock the door.Â  He considered Red as he pushed it open.Â  She stepped back, not invited, &#039;&#039;or not wanting to come in&#039;&#039;, Intrepid figured.Â  He still had so many questions.&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;mso-spacerun:yes&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Â  &amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;He turned away from her and stepped across the threshold.&amp;lt;ac_metadata title=&amp;quot;Song of the Swans - Chapter 32 part 1&amp;quot;&amp;gt; &amp;lt;/ac_metadata&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>76.118.249.116</name></author>
	</entry>
	<entry>
		<id>https://kotos.backorder.gr/index.php?title=Thread:FleetCaptainT/@comment-76.118.249.116-20170328025130&amp;diff=5724</id>
		<title>Thread:FleetCaptainT/@comment-76.118.249.116-20170328025130</title>
		<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://kotos.backorder.gr/index.php?title=Thread:FleetCaptainT/@comment-76.118.249.116-20170328025130&amp;diff=5724"/>
		<updated>2017-03-28T02:51:30Z</updated>

		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;76.118.249.116: Created page with &amp;quot;1 2 3    This has been a test post by talmid.Â  It keeps NOT posting everything I try to post. ;o&amp;lt;ac_metadata title=&amp;quot;Testing&amp;quot;&amp;gt; &amp;lt;/ac_metadata&amp;gt;&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;1 2 3&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This has been a test post by talmid.Â  It keeps NOT posting everything I try to post. ;o&amp;lt;ac_metadata title=&amp;quot;Testing&amp;quot;&amp;gt; &amp;lt;/ac_metadata&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>76.118.249.116</name></author>
	</entry>
	<entry>
		<id>https://kotos.backorder.gr/index.php?title=Talk:Mara_Mercury/@comment-28549248-20170320160106/@comment-76.118.249.116-20170320160745&amp;diff=5458</id>
		<title>Talk:Mara Mercury/@comment-28549248-20170320160106/@comment-76.118.249.116-20170320160745</title>
		<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://kotos.backorder.gr/index.php?title=Talk:Mara_Mercury/@comment-28549248-20170320160106/@comment-76.118.249.116-20170320160745&amp;diff=5458"/>
		<updated>2017-03-20T16:07:45Z</updated>

		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;76.118.249.116: Created page with &amp;quot;I think both are fitting.Â  &amp;quot;notin to do wit LU&amp;quot; fits the Star Trek pages like Talmid Show and the Talmidon since they, for the most part, take place outside the Lego Universe...&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;I think both are fitting.Â  &amp;quot;notin to do wit LU&amp;quot; fits the Star Trek pages like Talmid Show and the Talmidon since they, for the most part, take place outside the Lego Universe.Â  It adds a whole new meaning to &amp;quot;dis is notin to do wit lu,&amp;quot; doesn&#039;t it? :P Wheras &amp;quot;notin to do wit KotOS&amp;quot; is good for LU content that is not directly related to the KotOS story / lore.&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>76.118.249.116</name></author>
	</entry>
	<entry>
		<id>https://kotos.backorder.gr/index.php?title=Board_Thread:General_Discussion/@comment-27324808-20170125001334/@comment-76.118.249.116-20170309161933&amp;diff=5209</id>
		<title>Board Thread:General Discussion/@comment-27324808-20170125001334/@comment-76.118.249.116-20170309161933</title>
		<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://kotos.backorder.gr/index.php?title=Board_Thread:General_Discussion/@comment-27324808-20170125001334/@comment-76.118.249.116-20170309161933&amp;diff=5209"/>
		<updated>2017-03-09T16:19:33Z</updated>

		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;76.118.249.116: Created page with &amp;quot;Aw, why did you remove your post? :( I&amp;#039;m sure everyone else would love to know how TPEnchanter ends, and all the ideas for future stories, where your brainstorm machine ideas ...&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Aw, why did you remove your post? :( I&#039;m sure everyone else would love to know how TPEnchanter ends, and all the ideas for future stories, where your brainstorm machine ideas are kept, and stories that are written but not published, and where all your money is, etc..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
jk&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
-talmid&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>76.118.249.116</name></author>
	</entry>
	<entry>
		<id>https://kotos.backorder.gr/index.php?title=Board_Thread:General_Discussion/@comment-27324808-20170125001334/@comment-76.118.249.116-20170308152611&amp;diff=5199</id>
		<title>Board Thread:General Discussion/@comment-27324808-20170125001334/@comment-76.118.249.116-20170308152611</title>
		<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://kotos.backorder.gr/index.php?title=Board_Thread:General_Discussion/@comment-27324808-20170125001334/@comment-76.118.249.116-20170308152611&amp;diff=5199"/>
		<updated>2017-03-08T15:26:11Z</updated>

		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;76.118.249.116: Created page with &amp;quot; ^^Forgot to add  - talmid    I don&amp;#039;t remember my password. xP&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
^^Forgot to add&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
- talmid&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I don&#039;t remember my password. xP&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>76.118.249.116</name></author>
	</entry>
	<entry>
		<id>https://kotos.backorder.gr/index.php?title=Board_Thread:General_Discussion/@comment-27324808-20170125001334/@comment-76.118.249.116-20170308152524&amp;diff=5198</id>
		<title>Board Thread:General Discussion/@comment-27324808-20170125001334/@comment-76.118.249.116-20170308152524</title>
		<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://kotos.backorder.gr/index.php?title=Board_Thread:General_Discussion/@comment-27324808-20170125001334/@comment-76.118.249.116-20170308152524&amp;diff=5198"/>
		<updated>2017-03-08T15:25:25Z</updated>

		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;76.118.249.116: Created page with &amp;quot;&amp;lt;div class=&amp;quot;quote&amp;quot;&amp;gt;The theta AI wrote:&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;div class=&amp;quot;quote&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Jonna Friesian wrote:&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;div class=&amp;quot;quote&amp;quot;&amp;gt;The theta AI wrote:&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;One of the teachers at my school died rec...&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&amp;lt;div class=&amp;quot;quote&amp;quot;&amp;gt;The theta AI wrote:&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;div class=&amp;quot;quote&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Jonna Friesian wrote:&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;div class=&amp;quot;quote&amp;quot;&amp;gt;The theta AI wrote:&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;One of the teachers at my school died recently. Please pray for the repose of his soul and for his family.Â &amp;lt;/div&amp;gt;Oh, I&#039;m so sorry. :( I will indeed pray for his family.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
One good thing about the LMBs being shut down is that my comments aren&#039;t constantly rejected for saying that I&#039;ll pray for someone.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yeah. That was ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Theta&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I will keep him in my thoughts and I pray his family and his friends, and you are comforted.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>76.118.249.116</name></author>
	</entry>
	<entry>
		<id>https://kotos.backorder.gr/index.php?title=Talk:Knights_of_the_Olde_Speech_(Users)/@comment-76.118.249.116-20170306171456&amp;diff=5172</id>
		<title>Talk:Knights of the Olde Speech (Users)/@comment-76.118.249.116-20170306171456</title>
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		<updated>2017-03-06T17:14:56Z</updated>

		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;76.118.249.116: Created page with &amp;quot;I wonder who misspelled Grongringo. *hint hint hint*  - talmid&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;I wonder who misspelled Grongringo. *hint hint hint*&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
- talmid&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>76.118.249.116</name></author>
	</entry>
	<entry>
		<id>https://kotos.backorder.gr/index.php?title=Board_Thread:General_Discussion/@comment-27324808-20170125001334/@comment-76.118.249.116-20170303203545&amp;diff=5126</id>
		<title>Board Thread:General Discussion/@comment-27324808-20170125001334/@comment-76.118.249.116-20170303203545</title>
		<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://kotos.backorder.gr/index.php?title=Board_Thread:General_Discussion/@comment-27324808-20170125001334/@comment-76.118.249.116-20170303203545&amp;diff=5126"/>
		<updated>2017-03-03T20:35:45Z</updated>

		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;76.118.249.116: Created page with &amp;quot;Just the requested ones.    I may try and tackle a forum after the weekend the way they want.  -talmid&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Just the requested ones.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I may try and tackle a forum after the weekend the way they want.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
-talmid&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>76.118.249.116</name></author>
	</entry>
	<entry>
		<id>https://kotos.backorder.gr/index.php?title=Board_Thread:General_Discussion/@comment-27324808-20170125001334/@comment-76.118.249.116-20170302231352&amp;diff=5111</id>
		<title>Board Thread:General Discussion/@comment-27324808-20170125001334/@comment-76.118.249.116-20170302231352</title>
		<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://kotos.backorder.gr/index.php?title=Board_Thread:General_Discussion/@comment-27324808-20170125001334/@comment-76.118.249.116-20170302231352&amp;diff=5111"/>
		<updated>2017-03-02T23:13:52Z</updated>

		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;76.118.249.116: Created page with &amp;quot;What a strange time.  I suppose it should be archived. :P  -talmid&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;What a strange time.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I suppose it should be archived. :P&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
-talmid&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>76.118.249.116</name></author>
	</entry>
	<entry>
		<id>https://kotos.backorder.gr/index.php?title=Board_Thread:General_Discussion/@comment-27324808-20170125001334/@comment-76.118.249.116-20170302191328&amp;diff=5099</id>
		<title>Board Thread:General Discussion/@comment-27324808-20170125001334/@comment-76.118.249.116-20170302191328</title>
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		<updated>2017-03-02T19:13:28Z</updated>

		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;76.118.249.116: Created page with &amp;quot;I&amp;#039;ll try to post an image of what I&amp;#039;ve got.Â  I&amp;#039;m currently on another computer so brb.  -talmid&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;I&#039;ll try to post an image of what I&#039;ve got.Â  I&#039;m currently on another computer so brb.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
-talmid&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>76.118.249.116</name></author>
	</entry>
	<entry>
		<id>https://kotos.backorder.gr/index.php?title=Board_Thread:General_Discussion/@comment-28545920-20160724205451/@comment-76.118.249.116-20161021172216&amp;diff=4014</id>
		<title>Board Thread:General Discussion/@comment-28545920-20160724205451/@comment-76.118.249.116-20161021172216</title>
		<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://kotos.backorder.gr/index.php?title=Board_Thread:General_Discussion/@comment-28545920-20160724205451/@comment-76.118.249.116-20161021172216&amp;diff=4014"/>
		<updated>2016-10-21T17:22:16Z</updated>

		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;76.118.249.116: Created page with &amp;quot;Aha!Â  Now I can see the pictures that won&amp;#039;t show up on mah phone  That&amp;#039;s a nice coat.Â  I like his coat.Â  Where can I get one?    ps. For no reason I was unable to get to ko...&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Aha!Â  Now I can see the pictures that won&#039;t show up on mah phone&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
That&#039;s a nice coat.Â  I like his coat.Â  Where can I get one?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
ps. For no reason I was unable to get to kotos.wikia.com on my main computer and I&#039;m too lazy to log in to this one... xP&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
- talmid&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>76.118.249.116</name></author>
	</entry>
	<entry>
		<id>https://kotos.backorder.gr/index.php?title=Board_Thread:Incorrect_Quotes/@comment-28534258-20160630191658/@comment-76.118.249.116-20161021171813&amp;diff=4012</id>
		<title>Board Thread:Incorrect Quotes/@comment-28534258-20160630191658/@comment-76.118.249.116-20161021171813</title>
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		<updated>2016-10-21T17:18:14Z</updated>

		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;76.118.249.116: Created page with &amp;quot;&amp;quot;If I am to die, at least I will die wearing a pretty dress.&amp;quot; - I guess Lady Jonna  &amp;#039;&amp;#039;Seraphina and the Black Cloak&amp;#039;&amp;#039;    - Talmid on another computer :P&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&amp;quot;If I am to die, at least I will die wearing a pretty dress.&amp;quot; - I guess Lady Jonna&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;Seraphina and the Black Cloak&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
- Talmid on another computer :P&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>76.118.249.116</name></author>
	</entry>
	<entry>
		<id>https://kotos.backorder.gr/index.php?title=Talk:Sir_Talmid/@comment-28549248-20161006130546/@comment-76.118.249.116-20161006170216&amp;diff=3936</id>
		<title>Talk:Sir Talmid/@comment-28549248-20161006130546/@comment-76.118.249.116-20161006170216</title>
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		<updated>2016-10-06T17:02:16Z</updated>

		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;76.118.249.116: Created page with &amp;quot;Yeah, he does.Â  The issue was that when I started writing C&amp;amp;E I introduced the minor character of Barc as someone Talmid knew and dealt with before, but when reviewing Perpet...&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;Yeah, he does.Â  The issue was that when I started writing C&amp;amp;E I introduced the minor character of Barc as someone Talmid knew and dealt with before, but when reviewing Perpetual Doom it didn&#039;t make sense that Talmid would meet him in between their arrival and his imprisonment, so he had to have known him someway else.&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
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		<title>Board Thread:General Discussion/@comment-28549248-20160528113907/@comment-76.118.249.116-20160531153629</title>
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		<updated>2016-05-31T15:36:29Z</updated>

		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;76.118.249.116: Created page with &amp;quot;Two updates:  1. WhiteAlligator said that KOTOS is staying locked in TTTM.Â  And she had no hints to the future.Â  So, at this point I&amp;#039;m moving on.  2. The LU Subforum is clos...&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;Two updates:&lt;br /&gt;
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1. WhiteAlligator said that KOTOS is staying locked in TTTM.Â  And she had no hints to the future.Â  So, at this point I&#039;m moving on.&lt;br /&gt;
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2. The LU Subforum is closing.Â  &amp;quot;Active threads&amp;quot; are being merged with Classics.Â  I asked if they will move KOTOS too because it is important to us.Â  I&#039;m going to see what I can do to archive the pages of KOTOS, and my story threads.Â  If I have a working method, send me lists of threads and I&#039;ll archive them too in this manner!&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
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