SUZI GUSTAV And The SKOVGAARD RAIDERS "Nai' shara Raymien Nicolzah" (17)

"The Lord is good to all, and his loving kindness are over all His works."
Psalms 145:9 (KJV)
"Be on guard stand firm in the faith. Be courageous. Be strong."
1 Corinthians 16:13 (KJV)
"For I am with you, and no one is going to attack and harm you."
Acts 18:10 (KJV)

(Thank you my beloved Master)
Maxine Adel Nicolzah

Gracing the cover is my youngest child Maxine Adel and her most valued "SKOVGAARD RAIDERS." 

BLOODLINE FIFTH COUNTESS:
{{{{{ DEACON }}}}}!!!!!!!!
Lady Nai' shara Ramien Nicolzah
(Maxine Adel Nicolzah)

HEAD OF ESTATE
HEAD OF PRIMAL WAR COUNSIL
(SEATED)

"WE'RE HERE!"

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Daddy's precious baby girl! #2
All 5' 11 3/4"s! By golly! 
"I literally look up to this child!"
(Ah... Dad. Max is nearly 6' 3")

My personal little... "CHILD MAGNET!"
Follow me wherever I go! "DA'S MAH GIR'AH!"
(Totally serious too, dude!)

This is one of the most honest sixteen-year-olds you and I will ever encounter! I believed every word that Max had ever spoken! Since day one!

Among all of us Nicolzah clowns, she truly stands out with her remarkable level of maturity! WHAT? Just saying!

Believe me! This amazing kid understands the true meaning of the magnificent word... "LOVE!"
She can't help herself, for she is daddy's highly prized, cherubic "ANGEL!"

As an Honorable Danish Count, I provide my sincerest assurance!

"ONE THING IS UNEQUIVOCAL AND WILL NEVER VARY! DADDY LOVES ALL OF HIS PRECIOUS BABIES! ALL SEVEN!"

Additionally, our baby nanny goats "RHEA" (L) "BEABOP" (R),
"DAISY WADE" our 8-year-old Tennessee Walker,
her colt 8 month "SCOOBY WADE,"
"MISTER CHUMP" our stunning 13.5-hand, Morgan that is a mere 1 year old. Please note he possesses no blood ties to Donald Chump. LOL!
(How ignorant! People are reading this, Dad!)

Also, our 1 dog, 11 Nigerian goats, 4 piglets, 7 hens, 2 rosters, four rabbits and 1 skunk named "Trinket!" (Soon to be displayed.)
Photos at the bottom of this page.

For some apparent reason, when I was kicking back on the patio couch watching films, my father approaches me and thrusts a 1/4" dowel in front of my face!

"Do you even know what the H*ll this is, kiddo?"

I sat back, startled, to investigate the strange thing in front of me. "Ah... ya! It's a... STICK!"

He stomps his foot and screams. "NAH DAH, AWE-BEE-WHOA! THIS WAS MY FAMILY TREE AFTER THE '33 PROBATION!
LOOK AT THIS THING! SPOSE THAT CHITS MY FAULT TOO, HUH?"

"Hold on Pop's... MAX! DAD TAKEN HIS... MED-SONS DIS MORN'IN?"
LMBO!
ARN

Dad and Maxine were relaxing on the back patio couch the other day when Bathory casually wandered by.
Dad Yeats and slaps her on the side of the head, and Bathory whirls around and unleashes a backhand slap that completely misses Dad and smacks Maxine's face on the left side!
OMG! LOL!
Just a little reminder that Maxine towers 15 inches above her oldest sissy!
"Bruh, you better not be playing those childish games with me!" She warns flatly, exiting the backyard!
LMBO!
ARN

“How did COVID affect me positively?
It didn’t!
I NOW no longer eat Chinese food…
am NOW addicted to beating up Walmart greeters…
and NOW have a permanent blue mark around my mouth from wearing those cheap-ass, cheesy Chinese-made... FRICKING FACEMASKS!
You pitiful humans need more than help! Like… NOW!”
(I digress. LMBO!)


Hello to everybody!
My name is Maxine, and I am the sole owner of the captivating KARRATHA MONASTERY, which is situated on the majestic Mount Himmelbjerget in the Danish municipality of Skanderborg.
Mount Himmelbjerget is where I get to enjoy ALL of the fun I've ever wanted!

(Your state of Washington is home to both KMII and the Satalite headquarters. FREE FOR ALL GUESTS!!
I hope you like our new project!
Karratha 18
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hxKoGa9pxFs)

I get to go downhill skiing! (Won first place in the Schweitzer Mountain Resort "Junior" freestyle pro in '22!)

Hiking! I love chowing down on MRE's when I'm out hiking 'cause they're like an unforeseen mix of delicious and revolting all in one bite! (Just like my dad's homemade buckwheat pancakes!)

Climbing rocks!

Spelunk... and a lot more!
(Daddy says I'm a little hyper!)

OH YEAH! Hang out with my poppa and my ApJ (Journal of Astrophysics) and learn about the stars and the universe!

As a joke, I sent in my final essay for my social science class written by my father, and lo and behold, I hadn't even left the school premises when my instructor summoned me to the principal's office!

That's when she began yelling at me! BAD AS WELL!

"Young lady, if you want to advance to the tenth grade, you must first demonstrate the aptitude and maturity of atleast a ninth grader!"

She then THROWS my case study paper on the principal's desk!

"You have until tomorrow to hand in your honest efforts!"

That enraged me to no end!

"WHAT, MA'AM? It's true... Congress has decided... "Panic buying is the leading cause of Panic crying!"
It's supposed to sound stupid! EVERYTHING MY FATHER PUBLISHES DOES!"

She seemed rather annoyed, but the principal had a great laugh!"

(My father merely attributed her behavior to her advanced age and lack of other creature comforts in her solitary life! Dad ought to know all about that kind of stuff!)

The following is the back cover blurb for my dad's upcoming book, "SAVING DANA ALEXA (X-RAY DELTA ZERO-THREE"
(I know, I know—sorry long title! The excitement he felt while writing this... prologue was... overwhelming for him! Maybe?)

SAVING DANA ALEXA (X-RAY DELTA ZERO-THREE)
A novel by
COUNT: V V Nicolzah
(unedited/unabridged. Copyrights protected)
PROLOGUE:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hxqUvl7I2Ls
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DYzkCtbwHqU

"Dead men don't talk, man!"

RIGHT!! I CAUGHT YOU!
Let's not forget who wrote this novel (confession), shall we!!
Remember why? You could carless anyways... that makes two of us!

Now gentlemen...
if you took the time to read this work, perhaps you might find the truth rather than hiding it?
Remember why the Brazoria Battle Group was unable to slay Federal US Marshal: Galactic Division 6, Cosmo Agent: Barina Travesty?
(Psst: The mother fucker was already dead!)
And you took it for a joke! Now... how "VESTING" was that... Red Shoe Club?

Love and peace shall dominate this rock once again! This I swear to you!
C/R VVN MENE & Sandra
PLUS my beloved 144,000 additional Valkyrie's sent from the divine!

"THEY CAN'T TRY AND HURT ME NOW!!"
DOM
(Go and read it for yourselves, why don't you?)

Now you have me to contend with! And I am one determined force!
-YO DUMB ASSES! REMEMBER... WE'RE PLAYING 5TH DENSITY CHESS MOTHER FUCKERS... AND YAWL DONE... FUCKED UP "ROYAL" THIS TIME!
-YOU JUST AWOKEN FATHER GOD'S MOST "ROYAL" CHOSEN ONE! NOW WE ARE COMBINE FORCE FOR HIM!!
{{{{ "BOO!" }}}}
LMMFAO!! (Once you finally realize that this alien mother fucker is... FORE REAL!")
C/R VVN MENE & DOM

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kNiHS7jWFos

"Consequently, tears started streaming down her face."
The JAG officer, a member of the Navy Judge Advocate General Corps, raised her gaze from a collection of military documents and civilian affidavits that were in disarray. "Could you kindly provide further details, Rear Admiral Barenger?"
"Excuse me, Ma'am?"
"May I have your attention, Admiral? Please?"
The JAG officer retook her seat as the center of the twelve Federal Galactic judges. "Kindly furnish this Supreme Military Court with supplementary details regarding this female Marine Corps Major who has recently exhibited insubordinate behavior while under your oversight! DO NOT PLAY YOUR B*LL-SH*T GAMES WITH THIS ROYAL GALACTIC COURT, ADMIRAL!"
The JAG officer gently turned to face the loving gaze of her spouse and the Galactic Federation Oversight judge Norman; her eyes were now more demanding than ever!
"I won't allow it!" She hissed viciously.
The Rear Admiral Berenger assumed an upright position. "Where you would prefer me to start, ma'am?" He asked for a noticeably anxious and agitated tone, and spoke softly.
"Shall we begin with the intent of the one in question?"
Rear, Admiral Berenger, was anxious and apprehensive as he looked down at the Assistant Captain Moorefield, USNR, 7th Fleet.
The tired middle-aged admiral's eyes rolled lazily into his head. "Revenge!" He mutters angrily.
"Excuse me?"
The minutes stretched out from seconds. All at once... "Retribution, madam."
When the JAG officer observed her husband, he cast a quick glance of amnesty her way. The Rear Admiral was reunited with her glare at long last. "Retribution? What... what's he talking about?"
For a while, the worried Admiral was silent.
"Okay! Cyberpunkt’s father was kidnapped and executed. Ma'am!"
Silence turned into a low rumble.
Norman received a cursory glance then spoke. "What does he mean? Who kidnapped... Who murdered her father?"
The JAG officer rose to her feet immediately. "STOP DRAGGING THIS BULL SH*T OUT, ADMIRAL!"
"Her SVR RF code name is... Eva, ma'am. Aka: LLT." He spoke with a regretful tear in his eye. "All she said was, 'With the birds I'll share this lonely viewin'. She was smiling at the time." His head bowed slowly. "And then there were none."
The strain in the JAG officer's eyes dissipated like ice in a flame as her gaze returned to Norman.
"OH... F*CK ME, MAN!" she wailed loudly. "He...! He said... AND THEN THERE WERE... NONE!" Consequently, tears started streaming down her face.
Chapter I
"Amid a Rising Star"
Anyone who does not love does not know God, for God is Love.
1 John 4:8 (KJV)
(act I)
CyberPunkt's mind drifted enviously as she stared through the ship's cabin round porthole window, gazing upwards into the endless clusters of blazing stars. "They shine so bright within a sea of infinite darkness." She sighed. "God's precious gifts have no end!"
Kaylee "Cyberpunkt" Mathews was an amazing young combat fighter pilot of merely twenty-five years, and her knowledge of these wonderful star systems and her amazing fight skills had no boundaries.
Only God could have made such a valiant fighter!
"The Arden Sestrah constellations. Such magnificence!" she whispered with a wistful murmur. "Wow! Such amazing brilliance! God's precious gifts have no end!" she repeated.
The thought warmed Cyber's heart immensely, as there was nothing more vital in her budding life than her love for our Lord and Savior, Christ Jesus, her devotion to the study of these magnificent stars, and her absolute passion for flying.
She stood firmly in her convictions!
Cyberpunkt was a master among master's when seated in her newly assigned Alf ratan L Class 119 Fighter, the latest Gen 53 Hyper subsonic Assault/Intruder introduced into the coalition's arsenal by none other than the renowned Lockheed Martin/Tempest aircraft manufacturer.
Although the aviation company had only produced nineteen, Cyberpunkt was the first to master the new concept of this style aircraft, and she was quite arrogant when bragging about her stunning flight skills, which only made her fellow pilots of the "BEOWULF-BEILFRY", envious as well as jealous.
She was nearly as impressive as her late father, Alf ratan L Class Thirty-Two combat fighter pilot, Brigadier General D. O. Mathews, USMC.
Cyber braced herself against the framework of the window casing gently caressing her sterling crucifix and pondering the thought of which path Lord Jesus had chosen for her as she continued on her mystical journey through this segment of her life.
"ATTENTION, AIMD!" The loudspeaker in the p-way blared. "ATTENTION AIMD AIRFRAME. TIGER CREW SIX INBOUND... SIXTEEN HUNDRED. ASSIST AS NEEDED!"
"Oh, my gosh!" Snickered Cyberpunkt. "Tigers crews! Even way the hell out here! What ever!"
"AIMD MAINTENANCE. GUNNY ORTIZ, PLEASE REPORT TO THE EAST GATE QUARTERDECK."
There was silence once more, which brought warmth and tranquility to your pilot's heart.
Shifting her weight, Cyberpunkt propped her goose-down pillow against the window ledge and buried her face deep into its softness, "It worries me so!" she silently frets.
The flame of the candle flickered in defiance to the slight breeze emitting from behind her rustic walnut writing desk—a gift from her late father, three years prior.
Suddenly the flame died entirely, leaving Cyber alone and stumbling.
"Stupid air gaps!" She groaned, attempting to locate a wooden match, knocking over a full well of black ink instead. "DANG IT!" she scowled as the liquid soaked into three reams of white parchment.
Without warning, something not of Cyber's realm summoned for her thoughts, forcing her to remember those forgotten, horrific memories of when the Dark Side Tempests sought mass murder of the crew and colonists three years prior, while stationed onboard her permanent command USMC command ship the Taygete Pleiadean Battle-Cruiser-Colony Ship, "BEOWULF-BEILFRY," BCC/S-24.
The dreadful events repeated slowly within her fragile mind, like some lost 1950s SCI-FI movie, which had never hit the big screen? If it had, it would undoubtedly be a significant attraction.
Cyberpunkt cautiously allowed her mind to open, unimpededly, even though she had vowed to never recall those horrid days of abomination. Cyber gently closed her beautiful grey eyes and willfully reflected.
Unknown forces from the unseen shadow world attacked her delicate intellect in an instant.
"That should not be!" she stressed aloud. "I should not be able to evoke any of this!" This petrified Cyberpunkt greatly. "Yet... Yet I can!" She paused and contemplated nervously. "Things are not adding up!" she concluded. "What in the hell is going on in my head?" Cyber struggled to understand, and this fragmentary experience was giving her shivers.
"But... But I am among the purest of mind, heart and soul… I DO NOT UNDERSTAND!" Tears ran freely down her cheeks. "The specialists! They... They all promised me... that... that I SHALL NEVER ENVOKE THESE HORRORS!" Cyberpunkt broke down crying heavily. "EVER AGAIN! THEY PROMISED ME THAT!" she wailed, unknowingly slamming her fist through the glass face of a portrait of her fallen father, which hung on the wall above her bed.
Cyber's head began spinning uncontrollably, and her palms were perspiring immensely as this experience was throwing her into yet another confusing panic. She dropped her crucifix onto her bedding and clenched her head with her palms. "NO! OH DEAR GOD! NOOO!" she hollered in a frenzy. "PLEASE!... PLEASE MY LORD JESUS... STOP THIS FROM HAPPENING TO MEEE!" she sobbed mercifully.
The young, highly decorated officer suddenly fell into a distant daze, and her long, slender olive-tone legs began shaking tremendously. In a stupor, she slid off the edge of her bed and onto the hard wooden deck, striking the side of her head against the corner of the desk. Cyber had lost all consciousness and bleeding heavily from a gash in her skull, just above her right temple.
Again, the unwanted intruder insisted that Cyber recall that atrocious last day of her ultimate triumph of good over evil. And on that day, Captain Kaylee "Cyberpunkt" Mathews had proven to the world wrong by defeating earth's dateless most feared anomie antagonist, Vlad Vladimir Leviathan the Great.
The poor girl was gradually becoming highly confused about the matter. Unconscious she hollered. "MY... GODDD! MY GODDD! DEAR JESUS... WHAT HAVE I DONE!" Cyber panted, attempting to not lose her self-control.
She was not aware that the United States Marine Corps had meticulously recorded, in fine detail, her arduous struggle via RSOV (remote stellar optical viewing.)
Her last day's fight, consisted mostly guerilla warfare tactics, as she was beyond lethal in a one-on-one hand combat, regardless of the size and weight of her opponent. Yes... that's right... Captain Kaylee Nichole "Cyberpunkt" Mathews was a "FORK'N... BAD-ASS!"
Unintentionally, Cyber recognized everything that had happened on her day of victory, and it was overwhelming her. A vision abruptly came to her, and she swiftly froze, witnessing herself thrusting her ka-bar deep into the broad neck of earths most feared and mightiest enemy. Without mercy and with all of her remaining strength, Captain Mathews eagerly removed the majestic warrior's head, letting it involuntarily drop into the filth of the battlefield wasteland!
The tides of war had just shifted as the remaining enemy combatants stared helplessly into the lifeless eye of their invincible cyclops leader. He was finally dead, and the evil Empire, in which he had created, now squandered helplessly, falling apart at the seams—a rapid end to such a vile and evil society.
On the morning of April twenty-third, in the year of our Lord, twenty-two sixty three, Nagel De Laurence, President of the United States of America, received the last report, quickly closing the file regarding the 'Mayflower Incident'. Hopefully forever.
The United States Congress, and the New World National Coalition Branch of Military High Command, as well as the proud civilians of planet earth, responded immediately, and they were as proud as they stood steadfast, awaiting Cyberpunkt's recognition.
Captain Kaylee Nichole "Cyberpunkt" Mathews received her awards, and it was breath-taking ceremony as they proudly showed it to all the wonderful people of planet Earth.
Her citation reads:
"We, the Committee, of the United States of America, Joint Chiefs of Staff, have recognized that on the day of September twenty-third, in the year of our Lord, twenty-two sixty-three, Captain Kaylee Nichole, "Cyberpunkt" Mathews, of the squadron, VMFA-323 'DEATH-RATTLERS' USMC, command ship BEOWULF-BEILFRY, showed the qualities of impeccable Courage, Sacrifice and Devotion during her assigned duties in protecting the lives of the crew members and civilian colonists onboard the Taygete Pleiadean Battle-Cruiser-Colony Ship, "BEOWULF-BEILFRY," BCC/S-24, from evasive threats of mass human genocide by invading domestic and alien adversaries.
Outnumbered and facing overwhelming unpredictable odds, disregarding her own safety, Captain Mathews's aggressive, highly competent training and "Flight Proficiency" played a pivotal role in defense of the BEOWULF-BEILFRY from the deliberate and intentional 'Space Strike Force' attacks.
In consideration of Captain Mathews's "Aviation Warfare Training, Impressive Bravery" and "Can-Do Attitude," Captain Mathews's "Fast Actions" directly resulted in a most unpredictable, unwitting conquest that anyone of modern-day marine corps combat pilot had ever accomplished since Edward Vernon Rickenbacker, on the 25th of September 1918.
Captain Mathews's "Outstanding Professional Performance" and "Aggressive Return-Fire" during the battle of Leyte Gulf, showed "Great Gallantry" and "Outstanding Valor" in the enemy's face, validates "Indomitable Achievement."
We, the Committee of the "Joint Chiefs of Staff," have deemed that Captain Mathews's direct offensive, "War-Time" actions to be "Heroic In Nature and a true sign of remarkable "Valiance" during such an invincible War.
"HEAR YE ALL"
In place of Public Law 88–77, July 25, 1963: Captain KAYLEE NICHOLE "CYBERPUNKT" MATHEWS has met all the requirements for the most prestigious "Medal of Honor."
Standardized among all the services, Captain Mathews, USMC, has "Distinguished" herself conspicuously through gallantry and intrepid risks of her own life while in saving the lives of many others.
Captain Mathews has therefore proven herself to be recognized a time-honored hero possessing the highest quality of Marine Corps Standards rating, "Beyond the Call of Duty."
With great honor we, the Committee of the United States of America, Joint Chiefs of Staff, the President of the United States of America, and the President of the National Coalition," proudly award Captain Kaylee Nichole 'Cyberpunkt' Mathews with the following prestigious citations.
They read:
"MEDAL OF HONOR" (1st award)
"DISTINGUISHED SERVICE CROSS," (1st award)
"AIR MEDAL" (3nd award)
"PURPLE HEART" (1st award)
"IMMEDIATE ADVANCEMENT TO THE PAY GRADE OF O4, MAJOR, (USMC)"
"Stand proud, Major Kaylee Nichole "Cyberpunkt" Mathews, as your name reigns highest among the distinguished ranks of the United States of America's Military Power Elites; and on this day, September twenty-third, in the year of our Lord, twenty sixty-three, we "Congratulate you really on a Job Well Done!" signed Nagel De Laurence, President of the United States of America, and Elizabeth Deas O'Neill, President of the National Coalition."
Closing notes added by: General Chester D. H. Berger, Commandant of the Marine Corps:
"Simply amazing! The late Brigadier General D.O. Mathews would have been proud of his wondrous daughter and all of her outstanding accomplishments! I speak freely for Congress and the President of the United States of America when saying, "Congratulations Major Mathews, and Stay in the Fight!"
Cyber's grueling altercations fascinated the colonists and crew of the BEOWULF-BEILFRY immensely, and on the morning following her victory, the front page of the BEOWULF-BEILFRY underground newspaper read something rather incongruously: "To Captain Mathews, of VMFA 323 "Death Rattlers": Your noble efforts during your ultimate last battle, will be a legacy and a date in time that will live for eternity!" signed, Vice Admiral Kilhefner, Commanding Officer, BEOWULF-BEILFRY, BCC/S-24.
Cyber gently opened her eyes, attempting to relax and simply comply beings the intruder had broken her down, forcing her into tears. Several attempts later, Cyberpunkt gained enough strength to control her emotions while weakening her nerves. She lowered her head as she unwillingly admitted to the damaging effects.
"A setup!" she lightly whispered. "IT WAS ALL A HORRID, INTENTIONAL SETUP!" The thought was disturbing.
"The BEOWULF-BEILFRY was nothing more than a GHASTLY experiment to test the waters, of the unknown! YOU MADE GUINEA PIGS, OUT OF THE LOT OF US!" Her consternation had set in. "ALL PAID FOR BY ALL OF YOU FILTHY, STINKING DEEP STATE POWER ELITES!" Cyber's head began spinning, and her palms perspired heavily. She panicked!
"NO! I WILL NOT ALLOW THIS TO CONTINUE!" she wailed emphatically. "PLEASE! NO!" Cyberpunkt fell into a distant daze, and her long, slender legs shook tremendously as she embraced her crucifix securely. Suddenly, without warning, Cyberpunkt's Ct-MEIP's stopped everything and took complete control over her fragile mind, forcing the intruder out.
Cyber recalled when Doctor Spaz, her Psychiatric Specialist, had installed a CT-MEIP's (Compassionate Thought-Micro Enhancing Interface Program) into her brain to help control her CP-BIPS (Catatonic Post-Battle Induced Psychopathic Syndrome.) The doctors now had direct, twenty-four-hour communication with Cyber's psyche through thought wave inhibitors, which allowed for immediate control of her thought waves, enabling 'forced thought and control induction.' It allowed Cyber clearer and more direct control of her thoughts and actions.
At the time of the initial pre-programming, Doctor Spaz was unavailable, leaving Cyber with no choice but to accept any doctor/nurse practitioner team on duty. Conscionably, she opened a thought channel directly to her internal thought interfaced, prompting her new thought psychotherapist. A second later, the nurse practitioner responded. Cyber was extremely nervous, as she had not yet spoken with this team. She waited patiently for the new nurse to respond. And she did!
"YEAH, WHAT DO YOU DEMAND THIS TIME?" snapped the elderly, frustrated nurse.
Cyber, unsure of what was going on, shook her head vigorously, attempting to knock loose the cobwebs from around her clouded brain.
"HOLY SHIT!" the nurse hollered! "HEY, DURWOOD! WAKE UP, YOUR VITALS ARE ALL DICKED UP AGAIN!"
Annoyed, the old nurse slammed her clipboard down on the front desk counter, in Cyber's mind. "HEY YOU LITTLE DUMB-SHIT... WAKE THE HELL UP!" the old nurse demanded.
"WHA... WHAT DO YOU MEAN... WHAT WOULD I DO FOR A ... CA... CON-DYKE BAR?"
end of act I

Chapter 1
act II
The Ceti-Beta Experience
I am not "Q"
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b5QTWs9pL7k
The door to the briefing room closed, and they started the meeting.
"Good morning, committee." greeted Commander Levingston. "This morning, I would like to connect with you briefly on our preparations for the Mayflower's arrival beginning on Monday morning."
He slid a stack of papers to the center of the conference table.
"Could one of you please pass out the revised edition of the schedule of events?"
Ensign Davidson who was sitting to the Commander's right, promptly stood, handing one to each of the seven board members.
(Frikken brown dozer!)
Levingston continued. "Mister Rosemond, please be advised that Rear Admiral Mackenzie and Vise Admiral Kilhefner will both be present! So, I require all hands to look sharp! Even you, L.T.!"
"VERY WELL, THIR!"
There was a moment of slight discussion, then he continued.
"Commander Osso would like the 'Welcoming Committee' to arrive in HSL forty-five's docking bay, by no later than zero four-thirty, come Monday morning. You will receive further instructions then."
He looked up from his schedule. "I would inform you right now. However, that information is not yet available. So. Please have patience."
A young female's hand raised. "Sir. I have just a few questions."
"Yes, Pam. Go ahead."
Major Pam Gajah shifted her possession and began writing on a notepad. "Sir. How many total flights expected? How many people per flight? And the length of stay per person and or group?"
The Commander let out a chuckle. "Okay," he said with a clap of his hands. "Here it is in a nutshell." Levingston paused while everyone waited patiently.
"And?"
With a soft smile, the commander whispered, "Read the schedule. It contains all of that information."
The committee fell silent as the Lieutenant commander continued. "However, I will be happy to go over those questions right now."
Levingston held up his finger. "First and foremost, Operation's has scheduled four inbound fights on Monday morning, starting at zero four-thirty. The remaining E.T.A.'s are listed near the back of your schedule, prior to appendix A. "
The commander held up a second finger. "Next, and equally as important; each flight will comprise of one hundred and fifty colonists and thirty-two crew members. Per fight."
He shuffled through his clipboard, "These flights will be continuous until the Mayflower has rotated all of those deemed to go ashore."
He showed the third finger. "In addition, the colonists will be escorted by eight individual Naval and Marine Corp squadrons, so please be advised that there will be a heavy military presence guarding these special interest civilians."
The Commander placed his clipboard onto the table. "Please keep in mind that this will be the first time that some of these colonists have stepped off of their mothership... since birth. Again, please take care of their concerns promptly."
He raised the fourth finger. "Each fight will rotate exactly seventy-two hours after their particular arrival date and time."
Levingston focused his attention on Lieutenant commander Petersburg, the Ceti Beta security defense department officer. "Brad. This is important. Thirteen convicts will be transferred from the Mayflower to the space station brig. You will need to ensure that these transfers are conducted swiftly and professionally."
"Yes, 'of course, Greg." The security officer made a quick note, then Levingston continued.
"Now, in the unlikely event of any arrest, misconduct, or noticeable incidents, will be placed in temporarily hold only, until the master at arms from the Mayflower retrieves them."
The commander began pacing the floor. "The justice department of the USS MAYFLOWER will handle all hearings, deliberations, trials, et cetera!" His voice grew loud. "ONLY!" he bellowed.
"Sir," Ensign Davidson said, raising his hand. "Do you know what the charges are of these male inmates?"
"Twelve males, one female, Ensign. that is the only bit of information that I have received is that all the crimes committed were beyond a ten-year sentence."
"Ten years, Sir?"
The Lieutenant commander looked up. "Yes. Ten years." There was a sudden oddity about him, "The Mayflower will need to purge as many of the criminally minded as they can."
The members looked around the room and among each other. "Purge? Sir?" asked Major Gajah with a confused expression.
"Yes! Purge! That ship has no needs for conflicts where they are headed."
Levingston's head lowered once again. "As we are all aware, this will be the last time humanity will set eyes on these, courageous, all nations, frontiersmen."
There was a brief silence period as everyone in the room was well aware of the risks and dangers of the U.S.S. Mayflower makes her maiden voyage and the last attempt for humanity to colonize another earth-like planet.
The planet Methuselah.
Ensign Davidson raised a hand. "Sir. Will there be any medevacs?"
"Not that I am aware of. The Mayflower has that department covered.
"Will there be a transfer of commodities, medical supplies, et cetera, that Ceti-Beta should be enlightened of?"
"Not that I have heard. The Mayflower's supercomputer, M.O.T.H.H.E.R, will conduct all transfers via the Hyperdulia Module."
Six years earlier, the Mayflower installed the Hyperdulia transfer Module. The newest version of the de-materializing/re-materializing system. It allowed the immediate transfer of goods from USS Ceti-Beta, USS Artemis, and USS Athena. To date, the maximum transfer distance was still unknown.
The Hyperdulia was a highly complex and controversial system that was the answer to modern-day transportation of smaller, solid materials. The tight scheduling allowed the scientists and engineers to research whether the system would transfer a living cell.
On September twenty-seventh, in the year twenty-six twenty, Vise Admiral, Cha-Cha "SMLIEY Swanky (lol) gave the order for the U.S.S. Mayflower to set sail on her maiden voyage, without that knowledge beforehand. Therefore, Vise Kilhefner gave the strict order prohibiting the transportation of a human.
Mrs. Eckler raised her hand. "Sir. Will we be opening up Silverstein for our guests?"
The commander smiled brightly, "Yes, ma'am. Silverstein will be re-opening for approximately one week, beginning tomorrow at zero eight hundred. I am convinced that we will prepare them."
"Thank you, sir."
The combination of sober and excited faces flooded the conference room as the staff members pondered the thought of the USS Mayflower's arrival.
It would be quite a new challenge for those assigned to the space station, and this will be the first colony visit since the deployment of the 'Ceti Beta Space Station twelve years prior.
"I want to keep this brief. So, if there are no further questions, then I suppose I should let all of you go for now. Believe me; I know well that there is plenty of last-minute preparations that need attention." Lieutenant Commander Levingston stood, presenting a warm smile. "Thank you, everyone. You're dismissed."
By noon that day, in bay thirteen, on the twelfth level, all seventy-two VMF-314, YF-119 plane captains had signed off on their daily inspections of the twenty-seven 'DEFCON-I' and seventeen, standby "DEATH THREAT- II' aircraft, before the marine fighter pilot's arrival.
VMF 314, best known as the "BLACK KNIGHT AVENGERS," and were beyond the definition of 'DEADLY'! It was not a straightforward task becoming a YF-119 pilot, and they considered it twice as difficult to absorb.
On average, it took the basic flight school student nearly three and one-half years to master the art of their particularly alarming styles of fighting as a Black Knight Avenger. And master's they were! Every mission that they flew, the pilots conducted their sorties as if death were consistently lurking over their shoulders. Now how remarkable are they!
Without warning, the intercom howled. "Attention hanger bay thirteen... Captain Essex and Captain Liveners, please report to maintenance."
The hustle of the bay area was not only busy but noisy as well when the two marine officers both arrived. Without delay, Captain Essex ducked into maintenance control, unsure of why this late in his pre-flight.
The two shook their heads in unison as they entered. The crowded flight crews filled the large room to prepare for the extended briefing that suddenly sprung up.
"I'm not so sure this is going to go well," whispered Liveners, as they entered the meeting. "I do not recall ever hearing of a part-two, to a preflight briefing... it has me concerned."
"Yeah! I feel ya!" responded Essex.
Pilots and navigators crowded the long room. Countless binders lined the main counter as the seven aviation maintenance administrators focused on answering pre-flight briefing questions and some aircraft maintenance-related concerns.
"Captain Essex!" shouted the OPS BOSS. "Operations Officer would like to have a word with you. Now!" he announced, turning around and opened the Maintenance Officer's office door behind the main counter. "Bring Captain Liveners with you, please."
Evan hesitated briefly before following Captain Axion Essex through the crowd of pilots.
"SIR.," reported the First Lieutenant secretary loudly. Colonel Danzig looked up from his binder, seemingly uninformed, now very pleased.
"Come on, boys!" the Colonel invited with a warming smile. "How are we this grand morning?"
The junior officers entered and approached the Colonel's desk.
"Hey! How are ya do-in, Colonel?" answered Evan with a boyish grin. "We, Sir, are doing just peachy, thank you!" Axion gave his young navigator a slight jab to the ribs for his hardy poise. Not to mention disrespecting a superior officer.
The Colonel clapped his hands lightly, "Outstanding, boys! Pull a chair up. Let's talk, shall we?"
"Absolutely, Sir." acknowledge Axion, as the secretary slid two chairs towards the pilots.
"I have a special request for the two of you." There was a long, silent pause as Axion pondered the Colonel's words. It was highly unusual for such a superior officer to be so cordial towards his junior officers. Then again, there was only one Colonel Theodor Danzig too. "I want you two to take our new SYF-119 out on this training mission and report back how she performs and any additional information she may collect."
Captain Liveners quickly shot a glance at Axion, nearly sliding off of his seat. The SYF-119 was a new and rare U.S. fighter craft, making Captain Essex a highly skilled fighter pilot and equally a rare bomber/navigator. They trained together for seemingly countless months, absorbing the new theory-aircraft. It was tiresome work for both, making them the third available flight crew capable of understanding the new concepts and airship maneuverability's.
Axion swiftly sat down. "Sir. The SYF?" The colonel gave a slight chuckle, "Yes, of course. Who else should I be speaking to?"
"I am honored, Sir. When is this flight to take place?"
"This morning. I want you, and mister Captain America there, to do a... Well... shall we say, a minor spy mission for the Ceti-Beta OPSO."
Evan made an odd expression, "Spy mission, Sir?"
"Yes, spy mission. What did you think the S stood for in the SYF-119 nomenclature? STUPID or SEXY? WTF, OVER!" (lmao)
With that, Naval Commander Darrien Atenolol exited a back office within the office. "I am the one requesting the flight, Captain Essex."
Both Captains immediately sprung to attention, unaware of the Commander's presence. "Sir!"
The commander took a seat next to the colonel and presented several charts and datasheets. "I am confident you can complete my request, as instructed." With a cock of his head, he continued. "Am I correct or not?"
"No, Sir. You are quite right!" Evan answered without hesitation.
"I have a question, Sir." Axion quickly added. "I am just curious why we are just now hearing of this request?" Commander Atenolol responded promptly.
"There are reasons beyond your pay grade, Mister Essex. Typically, the military labels them as LEVEL-Q CLEARANCE. Is that an adequately enough of answer for you, Captain?" he snapped back.
Axion swallowed hard, shivering. "AH... YE... Yes Sir! Absolutely!"
The Commander relaxed his frown, "Very good. Now let's discuss your flight plan."
Axion promptly removed his NATOPS to reach into his flight bag for his copy of the day's flight schedule.
"That won't be necessary, Captain. We will work off of my paperwork."
"Yes, Sir."
'You can cut the tension with a fucking knife,' thought Evan, straightening his posture. "Sir. May I help you decipher that schedule?"
The Commander stopped reading and looked up. "If I need additional information Liveners, I will ask someone who could know the answer. In the meantime, sit and listen!"
The comment forced Danzig to laugh hardily. "Yeah! Better sit and listen for right now, Captain America!" he repeated with a chuckle.
Evan beamed! 'Can you read the words, "FORK-YOU" written in my smile, Colonel?' he thought, supporting his own shite-eating grin.
end of act II





SUZI GUSTAV And The SKOVGAARD RAIDERS
A novel by COUNT: V V Nicolzah
(unedited/unabridged. Copy write protected)


Quick note to the reader!

This is the result of letting my... Atomic Engineering professor at Institut de Statistique de l'Université de Paris - ISUP, who's like, "NINETY.... FRICKEN... THREE-THOUSAND" years old, write a simple, yet concise and straightforward evaluation of my, yet to be published manuscript!

"YO... OLD TIMER! Thanks a lot for misconstruing my story!
I just wanted a simple review, not some forked-over, never-ending... WTF COMMERCIAL! WHAT THE HELL, GUY!

I swear, I was crying by the end of the first hour, listening to the old codger! You know what I'm saying?
I mean, like, how often does this old fool let his jaw relax long enough to consume even a simple... fricken, SCOOBIE SNACK!?

(Can you believe it?)

I have "NOT" communicated with him in any way since this annoying incident! "LET THAT BE CLEAR TO EVERYONE!"

Hope ya packed a lunch!

"COUNT: V V Nicolzah has written an epic novel that takes readers on an unforgettable journey. Suzi Gustav and the Skovgaard Raiders is an action-packed thrill ride full of intrigue and suspense. Set in a fantastical world, the story follows Suzi as she embarks on a quest to save her home from the ruthless Skovgaard Raiders. Along the way, she encounters a variety of characters, both heroic, and villainous, and faces a multitude of challenges. With her courage and determination, Suzi can overcome every obstacle she encounters, eventually becoming a true hero to her people. The book is filled with breathtaking imagery and vivid descriptions that bring the world to life. From the rolling hills of the countryside to the bustling cities of the kingdom, each setting is carefully crafted and detailed. V V Nicolzah's writing style is also captivating, as the reader is pulled into the story and along on Suzi's journey. Suzi Gustav and the Skovgaard Raiders is sure to be a hit with readers of all ages and is sure to be remembered as a classic fantasy novel. This story is a perfect blend of adventure, fantasy, and romance. Suzi is an inspiring hero, and her courage and strength will serve as an example to readers everywhere. With its exciting plot, captivating characters, and unforgettable scenery, Suzi Gustav and the Skovgaard Raiders is sure to be a beloved book for years to come. Villainous, who helps them through the adventure, is a great foil to Suzi and her friends and adds a layer of unexpected depth to the story. The world that Nicolzah creates is full of wonder, from the small towns of Skovgaard to the mysterious and exotic lands beyond. Nicolzah's gift for vivid description brings the world of Suzi Gustav and the Skovgaard Raiders to life, lending a sense of realism to the story that is sure to delight readers. The characters are multi-dimensional, and the author's attention to detail makes them believable and real. The dialog is witty, and the action scenes are thrilling, making Suzi Gustav and the Skovgaard Raiders an absolute must-read. The heart and soul of the story, however, lies in the themes of friendship and loyalty. Suzi and their friends face difficult challenges and must rely on each other to make it through. The values of friendship and loyalty are at the core of this story, making it an inspiring and uplifting read. Ultimately, Suzi Gustav and the Skovgaard Raiders is a thrilling adventure story with a great message, and readers of all ages will be sure to enjoy it. The book also touches on the idea of standing up for yourself and those you care about, no matter the cost. Suzi and their friends must stay true to their beliefs and fight for what they think is right, showing readers that they can do the same. It is a story that is as inspiring as it is entertaining, and will likely stay with readers for a long time after they have finished it. Moreover, the story also highlights the importance of standing together and working as a team. Suzi and their friends must rely on each other and trust in one another to succeed. By the end of the book, readers will have gained a greater appreciation for the power of teamwork and the value of friendship. It is a story that encourages readers to be brave, to speak up and stand up for what they believe in, and to trust in the strength of the people around them. It is the type of story that will help readers realize that they can do anything if they have someone by their side. It is a story that will leave readers feeling motivated and inspired to take on anything that life throws at them. The story also teaches readers to take risks and be brave. Suzi and their friends must take risks and make tough decisions to save their village. Through their courage and determination, the characters can succeed in the end. This teaches readers to never give up and to always have faith in themselves. It is a reminder that no matter how difficult the situation, with determination and courage, anything is possible. The message is clear: we can achieve anything if we put our minds to it. The story is a reminder that even when the odds are stacked against us, we can still find the strength and courage to push through and persevere. Suzi and their friends demonstrate that we should never give up, that up; that by giving in, we can always find a way to overcome any obstacle. It is a lesson that is applicable aspects of life, from personal relationships to professional pursuits. The moral of the story is that no matter how hard the task ahead may seem, with the right attitude and determination, we can all reach our goals. The story of Suzi and their friends is an inspiring tale of courage, resilience, and strength. It is a reminder that we should never stop dreaming, never stop believing in ourselves, and never stop striving for our goals. This story shows that even when the odds are against us, we can still find the courage to face our fears and to keep striving for our dreams. It encourages us to keep going and to never give up. It also encourages us to be brave and to take risks, as these things can often lead to great rewards. The story of Suzi and their friends is a great example of how success comes with hard work and dedication. It shows us that anything is possible when we put our minds to it. We can all learn from Suzi’s story and strive to create our own success stories. We should never let fear or doubt stop us from achieving our dreams and reaching our goals. With the right attitude and determination, anything is possible. Suzi’s story is an inspiration to many, and it serves as a reminder that we should always strive for excellence, no matter what the odds may be. It’s important to remember that success doesn’t come easy, but with dedication and perseverance, we can all make our dreams a reality. We should never be afraid of failure or take “no” for an answer, as these are only temporary setbacks that can be overcome with hard work and determination. Suzi’s story is a great reminder that with the right attitude and commitment, anything is possible. No matter the obstacles or challenges we face, we should never give up on our dreams. Suzi’s story is a great example of how we can achieve our goals and make our wildest dreams come true. We must never forget that success requires hard work and dedication, and that no dream is out of reach. So, let’s take inspiration from Suzi and use her story as a reminder to never give up, no matter how many times we fail. With the right attitude and determination, success is within our reach. By looking at Suzi’s story, we can see that anything is possible. We just need to believe in ourselves and never give up. We must remember that reaching our goals will take hard work and dedication, but if we stay focused and strive for success, we can make our dreams come true. It's important to be patient and trust the process, even when it gets tough. With the right attitude, we can achieve great things. Let's take Suzi's story as a reminder to never give up on our dreams and continue to work hard to make them a reality. We can all learn something from Suzi's story. It's a great example of how we can have faith in ourselves and never stop believing in what we can achieve. No matter how challenging the circumstances may be, we must stay motivated and determined to reach our goals. We must continue to look for solutions, take risks, and never be afraid to ask for help. By doing these things, we can make anything possible. Suzi's story is a reminder to always be ourselves and to never be afraid of taking risks. No matter how difficult the situation may be, we must stay focused and keep pushing forward. With hard work and dedication, anything is achievable. Suzi's story is a testament to this. It's proof that we can create our own destinies, no matter what we are faced with. We should never give up on our dreams and continue to strive for greatness. life and is an important reminder to never stop believing in ourselves and working hard to achieve our goals. Friends at their strength lies in their unity, and understand the power of friendship in achieving their goals. This is a lesson that all readers can take away from the novel, inspiring them to work together with the people around them. It is a truly powerful story, filled with adventure and excitement, and readers will be sure to be swept away by the adventures of Suzi and her friends. is realistic and witty, while remaining true to the characters. on their mission. With a strong sense of place and a captivating story, Nicolzah's novel is sure to have readers hooked from the moment they start reading. The writing style in Suzi Gustav and the Skovgaard Raiders is evocative and cinematic, transporting readers to a vivid and immersive world. The characters are well-developed, each with their own unique motivations and goals, and their interactions are full of drama and emotion. At times funny and at times heart-wrenching, Nicolzah's novel is sure to keep readers on the edge of their seat and eagerly turning the pages to find out what happens next. With its unique blend of fantasy, adventure, and romance, this is an unforgettable story that will stay with readers long after they’ve finished the last page. The novel also features thought-provoking themes and moral questions, making Suzi Gustav and the Skovgaard Raiders an incredibly gratifying and rewarding read. The story is unpredictable, allowing readers to be surprised at every twist and turn. As the story progresses, readers are treated to a thrilling adventure that will keep them guessing until the very end. Suzi Gustav and the Skovgaard Raiders is an exciting and gripping read, and it is sure to be a hit among readers of all ages."
Ivan J. Stvedauker III

("CATCH MY DRIFT NOW!?!")



SUZI GUSTAV AND THE SKOVGAARD RAIDERS
By COUNT: V V Nicolzah

As we have opportunities to let us do good to all people, especially to those who belong to the family of believers.
Galatians 6:10

Prologue:

The onboard monitor flashed erratically on the navigator's dispatch panel, displaying the alert "URGENT WARNING MEASAGE NUMBER 5829.... ABORT POD XD-03 IN ONE MINUTE, TWENTY SEVEN POINT THREE SECONDS!"

The TS-13 Belfrey, an earth-based space-command transport spaceship, stayed silent on its bridge. The different little multicolored instruments shined brilliantly due to the dim illumination, followed by a variety of beeps and buzzes.

Exiting the main bridge, the outdoor loudspeaker said: "Data link attempt, 58,228 currently in progress. Standby... "

The corridor leading from the top quarter deck to the lower-level operations command post was wide and brightly lit with stunning pearl white tubular walls, padded rest seats, and even white drinking fountains along the way to the Gangapur Alley deck, six floors below.

Entering the Delta-Beta Roman Room, the first thing most obvious was a massive statue of our wonderful "Adora: The Red Dragon Queen!" And what magnificent sight she was!

This room was rather large and appeared as if it were intended for passengers and crew to party it up.

In the far left corner, beyond the multiple game play stations for kids and the "Dash 4 Cash" gambling booths and circle neck mahogany bar, stood an ancient, nearly new junk box playing the well remembered song, "You Always Hurt the One You Love" by The Mills Brothers.

On the solid oak wall, just to the right was a display wall containing countless original Naval Historic Society black and white photos of various WWI and WWII fighter aircraft engaged in aerial combat. Many go down in the flames!

Back there, farthest on the left, was another rusty, nearly new piece of trash with Beach Boys' "Help me Rhonda" blaring from its speakers.

The noon bell rang deep inside the bowels of a massive popcorn machine, signaling the start of the... POP!
And boy, did it ever! With it brought on the mouth-watering buttery aroma of popcorn worth dying for!

A massive 12'x36' television screen adjacent to it plays historic Texas Star Theater shows. Nothing else will make you happy if that doesn't! A massive digital clock mounted on the wall adjacent to multiple free soda dispensers, displaying the current local time of 12:34 on the morning of June 10, 2636. (space time 4D)

Above the bar's rounded, solid Tigerwood counter were two screens playing a pedagogical program about rose rubiginosa.
The scent of cinnamon and nutmeg potpourri from "Seaports" absorbed the darkness like rays of sunshine.

Tossing her DSQL astro college tech math books on the nearest black leather lounge sofa, Bellamy Phoenix Ridgeway, better known as "Peanut" to everyone onboard the inactive transport ship, stated as she entered the southernmost lounge.
"As of right now, I am still trying to figure that one out!"

"Sending you all the love and light! That's my personal credo!" Esseker Marie Goldstein, sixteen giggled as she trailed along behind, smacking on multiple sticks of "Big Red" chewing gum at once.

"You are such an angel!"

Peanut smiled as she snatched two A&W root beers from the nearest in-wall pro mounted refer.

Esseker looked up while lounging, a sparkle in her sparkling green eyes. "Are you still examining the primary and minor conjunctures in astrophysical technology based on quantum mechanics?" She asked in a patronizing manner.

"It's both yes and no." Mumbled Peanut as she sank into a black leather recliner, exhausted from the long, difficult hours of studying. "I'm afraid I'm going to have to power down on all of these books!"

"Ya! I am aware of your prolonged effort. Dordi is really pleased of you!"

Bellamy, who had recently turned 15, was overcome with amazement and respect. "I doubt it!" She snorted quietly. "Dordi can be such a cheese-head at time!"

The Esseker stretched out before rolling on her side. "Dordi reported that the air boss had sent a message to the bridge yesterday claiming that the Aircraft Division's second escape pod, XD:03, had unexpectedly arrived online and in "ACTIVE" status! "

This was a brief moment of stillness. "Really!"

"For no obvious reason!" Confirmed Esseker!

"Does Suzi know this?"

There was also another moment of stillness.

Cocking her head to one side, Esseker formed a smirk on her face, "Not sure. And don't be coming up with any insane ideas either! You ain't all there... remember?"

"I won't! Besides, I make life for others more interesting that way!" Chuckled Bellamy.

"Dordi would have our necks!"

"I know! Cool, huh!"

At 12:55, and the all-female teen battle crew of the Skovgaard Raiders was becoming worried because its fourteen-year-old First Reaction Attack and Assault Commander, Suzi Meredith Gustav, couldn't be found.

"HEY! YOU CAN'T MOVED A BULL-DIKE ON A PERRY-WINKLE PLAY!" Shouted thirteen-year-old Marley angrily at her twin sister during a board game of "Battle Front Warriors." Bitter feelings were brewing between the siblings as they reclined on a massive grizzly bear skin rug.

"SIT DOWN, MARLEY!" Snapped the long platinum white-haired youngster. "DEBATE WITH YOURSELF! SOUND SO STUPID! TAKE A CHILL PILL!"

"Should notify Dordi at once!" Suggested Peanut to Eseker as the Cargos twins as the game pressed on.

"Where has Dordi gone?" Esseker inquired as she contemplated Carley's next strategic move. "I haven't seen or heard from him or Rivet all day!"

Marley raised her head. "As I told you this morning, they're both at damage control central attempting to fix a steam pipe leak and a turbine overheat problem."

Carley was apprehensive about this. "YA! She did it! Just give him a ring on CC-NET, I say!"

Esseker raised an eyebrow at Peanut thinking quietly as she was about to exit the simulator game area and head to the ship's navigator station at the opposite end of the massive raw, rare material transport ship on her maiden voyage. However, Eseker stood fast on this thought.

Peanut reached over and turned down the sound of the big screen, which was playing her favorite documentary on the in-depth study of deep space astrophysics.
The vast game area suddenly lit in blue and orange hues, now smelling slightly like freshly baked Bahram barley gingerbread.

"Have you finished working on Rivets CPU yet?" Marley asks her to concentrate on the board game.

"The best I could, anyhow. But I'm not really robotics-savvy, so he's still slightly robo-tarded." Giggled Peanut.

"Fantastic! An autistic midget "Stud-Muffin" robot runs our weapons control center." Muttered Marley. "Besides, his language is disgusting."

"I adore Rivet just as he is! Robo-tarded or not!" Carley insisted! "A lot of things about him are the same as Buzz Lightyear's! Looks and everything! Besides, he's hilarious!" She turned to leave. "I'm off to get some nibbles!"

"Can you grab me a bottle of Cactus Juice out of OPSBAY, please!" Asked Eseker.

"Yeppers!"

Peanut spun around and switched open a little control panel directly under the main bridge display, bringing up the cameras that surrounded the Engineering Department's interior.
"MOTHER! Please bring up the CVN-74 report screen." She inquired about the main computer of the massive transportation ship.

"Very well, Bellamy Ridgeway." Responded to the ship's charming female voice as the latest damage control status report aboard the Space Astro Command carrier USS John C. Stennis was displayed on the screen.

"Thanks Sarah!"

"My pleasure, Bellamy Ridgeway."

Dordi TEN2 arrived a few minutes later, looking exhausted.

"Why hello, there, YOU!" Peanut was greeted. "Where is Rivet?"

"He's on his way."

At that moment, the Rivet Beta-Greuze moon walked backward into the room. "YO! Evenin, ladies!" He greeted him with a bright smile, spinning in place for kicks!

"BEEP-BEEP, RIVET!" Carley warned that she would approach the game area with a platter full of sweets.

"AND YOU CAN BEEP-BEEP MY… !" Exclaimed Rivet as he slapped his mechanical buttocks! "BAH-HA!"

"Shut up, Rivet! Moron!" Muttered Marley witnessing her sibling struggle to carry the tray while laughing uncontrollably!

Carley chuckled by placing a beautiful silver plater on a nearby bar counter. "You crack me up, Rivet!"

"My pleasure, Miss Princess Ruthless!"

"You two are so strange!" Eseker chuckled, making fun of the twins.

Rivet had only been operational for two months after his rebuild, thus many of his thoughts and ideas were still in their infancy as his system of internal data producing computer system was still in its early learning phases.

As Carley was the first person he saw on the first day of his initial restart, his system recognized her as being Miss Princess Ruthless. He was smitten at first sight.

This really floored the other girls, but gave them plenty of fodder for Carley's merciless teasing. However, she was a wonderful sport about it all, and she used ribbing as a huge ego boost, so now she reveres her new tile even more!

"WOW!" Barked Peanut when she finished reading the damage control report. "It appears that Stennis is still in a very bad way. They have made no progress!" She shifted her gaze to Dordi. "We're not any different."

"Yes. This is most likely correct. The latest Derecho thermal electric storm was unfathomably destructive." Her personal Android assistant responded. "I am afraid that we all must sit down and discuss an early departure from mother, Bellamy Ridgeway."

"How soon?" She inquired about her gaze falling to the wood bar counter top.

"Maybe in two weeks or less. That all depends on the next storm." He pressed his chilly silicone bony shade hand on hers. "Peanut, we're going to be alright. We have Jesus with us! Please do not worry!" He was very concerned about her interests. "He is all we need! Trust me, Babe!"

Peanuts' faces lit up with joy at the notion of Jesus' protection and compassion! "Can you tell me when you believe we should hold this meeting?"

Dordi typed a row of indecipherable computer data on the keypad, revealing Belfrey's current quantum space position. "I would recommend immediately."

Peanut turned her head to the right, "MOTHER… Please contact Eseker and have her report to the bridge, this instant!"
"Very well, Bellamy Ridgeway."

A split second later. "Bellamy Ridgeway, Eseker Marie Goldstein is sitting next to you." The mothers responded politely.

Peanut buried her face in her open palms in distress. "I'm sorry, Mother. Suzi who I intended to say." The patient also expressed exhaustion. "I'm drained of energy. I haven't slept well in about a week."

"HEY! YOU CAN'T ADVANCE THREE INFANTRY SQUADS ON A THIRD ROLL!"

"I'm just looking at something... NARLEY!" Carley replied calmly, looking up from the board game.

"YOU REALLY SCREWED THE POOCH WITH THAT STUNT! CHEATER!"

"Take a chill pill, sis!"

Rivet turned to checking out what the twins were arguing over after hearing all of the commotion. "It appears that you girls require a new game to play in order to get along and not quarrel among yourself!" He has made a polite suggestion.

"GET LOST, *SS BANDIT!" Marley yelled angrily. "FOCUS ON YOUR BUSINESS! BESIDES... ya can sure tell that you were really loved as a child!! By that... COAT HANGER STICKING OUTTA YER HEAD!"

A second later... "BAHA... BAHAAH! ROGER THAT!" Rivet answered swiftly, sitting silently in one corner of the gaming area.

"Wouldn't talk... NARLEY! Mom fed you with a... PAH... PAH... PITCH FORK!! DOH!"

"BLAHA,HAA, HAA!"

"SHE DID NOT!"

Peanut rolled her eyes at Dordi as she saw the twins' infantile argument. "Shall we head to the bridge?" She suggests eagerly.

Dordi grinned broadly. "Let's go, *ss Bandit!" He joked about the wink in his right eye.

Peanut giggled. "MOTHER… Please activate the time/space map of the Milky Way quantum galaxy on the bridge monitors."

"Very well, Bellamy Ridgeway."

As Peanut and Dordi arrived at the bridge, their captain greeted them gingerly. "Hey hon! Apologies for being locked in the sauna again again." She admitted that she was annoying. "Could you please check into the stuck door issue for me, Dordi?"

"Undoubtedly, Captain. Be joyful as well!"

"Thanks! You're wonderful!"

"That is something I am fully aware of, Captain!" Joked the android!

Suzi quickly turns around with a huge smile on her face. "I admire your attitude, Dordi!" She laughed.

"There are several crucial points to discuss." Peanut proudly said that she was chomping down on her all-time favorite snack, a long black licorice.

"I'm paying attention."

"Dordi. Floors, yours!"

"OK then, Peanut. I appreciate it." Dordi reached down and punched in some incomprehensible space, coordinate, revealing a vast, detailed map of Milky Way's farthest reaches.

Suzi smiled. "What precisely is going on here, Peanut?"

"Mother informs us that the TS-13 Belfrey is doomed."

The captain laughed. "YA! So, what exactly do we not know?"

"Dordi. Please proceed." Peanut was strongly suggested.

"An critical telegram from Mother had just been conveyed to me from deep space. The text of Message 94005-98 is as follows. MINDSHOCK! VOICE FROM VOICELESS! My Affirmation! My Beatitude! Please hasten my demise I beg you, hasten my death!"

Suzi's golden head tilted in the opposite direction and her eyes expanded. "What precisely is this... Please explain straight away!" She loudly demanded her voice with a deep Welsh accent.

"We don't know yet." Peanut was reluctant to admit it.

"OKAY! FINE! What does Jesus tell us?"

Dordi quickly typed on the keyboard in front of him. "JESUS TELL US TO GO THERE!" He reported seeing a small number of unidentified star antibody clusters. "The communication was sent by a tiny satellite hiding within the Reggiam-Dez-Ricco cosmos belt."

"Wait, what?" Suzi demanded rubbing her brow, which is now perplexed as h*ll!

"We must go as soon as possible since the next Derecho thermal electric storm will arrive in fewer than three chrono units of near distant time."

"WHAT! THAT'S LIKE… FOR CRYING OUT LOUD, WE LEAVE RIGHT NOW!"

"Yes! That's a correct statement, captain." Dordi replied with a sly grin.

"Could you please explain to me how you anticipate escape pod X-ray-Delta-Zero-Three to take us that far?"

Peanut looked at Dordi, then back to her captain. "Simple. We are reliant on our Blessed Christ to get us there." She gave a silly grin. "Do you have any more brilliant questions, captain?" She chuckled childly, punching her best friend in the right biceps brachia.

"SHUT UP, WANKER!" Suzi shouted back in a roar!
"An East Gate Wanker is something I've heard of before. Unfortunately, I am unfamiliar with the term "Peanut Wanker!"" Rivet responded.

"SHUT UP, WANKER!" Peanut and Suzi erupted in unison!
Dodi's dark robotically controlled eyes rolled in response; however, he remained mute.

"We need to reply to this communication right away!" Suzi said that she sat at the nearest navigator station, putting up a Milky Way map on the flat monitor screen in front of her. "Dordi. To whom is this satellite registered too?"

"Endo-Sectorial space command has designated the sphere as K2 Seven Nah-Dah-Haven. Denmark's spacecraft."

Suzi and Peanuts' gazes were connected, each knowing precisely what the other was thinking at the instant the strange-sounding satellite name was stated.

"OH!" Bellowed Suzi. Peanut followed up with, "SH*T!"

"Is there something wrong, captain?" Dordi asked and was clearly concerned.

"That's where the twins' parents are from." Muttered Peanut, still staring down Suzi!

The android cocked the head on one side. "Why is that not also where space command suspects the Mad Count of Kolding is from?"

"One in the same, my dear friend!" Muttered Peanut once more.

"OH SH*TE!" Agreed Dordi, he too was now staring blankly into deep space in his vast cybernetic mind.
end of Prologue


Chapter I

A Farewell to Kings

Let us consider how we may spur one another on toward love and good deeds.
Hebrews 10:24

act I

Her glare was intense enough to melt even the most hardened steel sword down to its final microbial wrought iron molecule. And accompanied by this acute dazzle came a horrid twist of fate.

Only a few cold-hearted warriors of the ancient past had lived long enough to testify to her extremely fierce indignation with relatively rigid accuracy.

Regardless! This beautiful soul, who goes by Amarachi Uzoma, was born barring the sign of "The Rose Temple Fury" on October twelfth, in the year of our Lord, fourteen seventy-eight.

A simple coincidental look-alike birthmark assumed most peasants of Cadbury, a tiny southern section of Birmingham, United Kingdom. However, it was a definite indicator to those much wiser than Amarachi that was accurate, "Queen Adaora Afamefula of Bethlehem!" The Fairfield-Drakkar Choczeń one!

They wrote the acceptable words just below the base of the enormous statue of "Adaora: The Red Dragon Queen" and ended with, "SIMPLY PRAY, BELOVED CHILDREN!" This overwhelming spectacle stands dead center of the town square in Arkadelphia, Arkansas.

"Just another breath-taking miracle that most believe to be nothing more than an old wives' tale," muttered long, platinum blonde-haired Kaylee Nichole "Cyberpunkt" Nicolzah in her deep old south, southern-belle accent as she finished reading the bronze placard.

"Come on, Cyber! She isn't any bloody fable! And you know damned good and well that she wasn't. YES!" declared Amaechi Chemakum Napalm from Kolding, Denmark, concluding with a near-silent giggle.

Amaechi Napalm was the short-tempered one of the Pack, standing only four feet nine. She knew her as the little firecracker to the rest of the group!

"OH, I DO, GIRLFRIEND! TRUST ME!" confirmed Cyberpunkt, leader of the lethal Freaks on a Leash, one of Arkadelphia's most feared, all-female street gangs. "I'm convinced that these bitter fools have not a forking clue!'

"Og har heller aldrig haft!" agreed Amaechi, in her heavy Danish accent. "Besides... it's about time we pack up and leave this crib anyhow. YES!" She looked up into the cloudless, late afternoon mid-June sky.

Cyber gleefully nodded in response. "Ok! If you say so, Napalm!" She chuckled.

Cyberpunkt clapped her hands loudly to gather the remaining Pack members' attention. "Come on, girls... come together and give our utmost love and respect before heading out!"

Instantly, the tiny group of mystic warriors united and prepared to give a unison blessed prayer.

"Please bow your head," Amaechi asked softly as Cyber began.

"Our Dearest Christ Jesus... and all of our glorious Angels and Valkyries alike... please help us shift our energy and raise our vibrations to attract only the best for ourselves.
Our Dearest Christ Jesus. Please let us learn any lessons you mean for us to absorb in the current phase of our lives. Stay advancing upon that given path to your glorious serenity. We ask that you please help us release life's stresses and worries and reconnect with those precious things that bring us each overabundant happiness.
Our Dearest Christ Jesus. Please send us a sign that you acknowledge our prayers and that better times for all God's beloved children are rapidly on their way.
Our Dearest Christ Jesus. Thank you so much for making our lives much better! We gladly accept Your gracious help in all forms, in all things, and in all-time directions. We are ready for much happier days! And so it is. Amen."

Cyberpunkt gently lifted her Onyx black haired head and answered, addressing the four members of the tiny Pack. "Satan is our adversary. You can't beat him if you don't comprehend him! At all costs, we must dodge the cruel demon!" With that stated, every female agreed unequivocally!

A noisy elevated 1999 Chevrolet Suburban 4X4 painted thistle purple made a right turn into Gébéko street. It came to a stop in front of FDJ's booze shop and rolled there gently. There were four women in the monster truck, but only three got out. They were all young women, maybe in their early twenties.

"That's so Ficken HOT!" Yelled Cyber. "Dude! What I wouldn't give to be able to have that beast!"

"Which one?"

Cyber gave her little pal a harsh, well-intentioned glare. "THE TRUCK, BUTT-MUNCH!"

Amaechi said, "Det siger du ikke!" in awe. We've never seen anything like that in this area!"

"I have!" said Ursula F. Jatyo, the Freaks on a Leash's tallest and most volatile member, standing at an incredible six foot eight and a half inches! "I saw it hanging around in Little Rock... only last week!" she firmly claimed.

"Let's go check it out, Cyber!" Danni Catspaw, Wolf Pack's Master at Arms, offered.

"What are your thoughts? A Stroker 383/350?" Amaechi was curious.

A bright grin was digitally captured. "If I had to estimate, I'd say it's closer to a Big B*tch 454/400! My father drove a 1999 Suburban."

"YA! But your father is the chit!"

"True that!" Agreed Cyber.

Most people unfamiliar with Kaylee Nichole "Cyberpunkt" Nicolzah had difficulty understanding her because of her very pronounced, old southern belle accent. The gang, however, had no issues with it.

"WHOA! Are those 40s?" asked Amaechi, a bit taken back. "Hvad fanden!"

"NEVER SAY THOSE DANISH WORDS… HVAD FANDEN AROUND ME EVER AGAIN! YOU KNOW HOW THE WORDS HVAD FANDEN OFFENDS ME SO!"

Amaechi instantly turned and glanced up at her best buddy. "You are so Ficken bizarre, Cyber!" Everyone laughed at the same time.
The gang quickly crossed the tandem northbound trolley tracks. They followed highway 220, the four-lane main thoroughfare that sliced through the center of Arkadelphia, dividing the old eastside suburb from the new westside.

Arkadelphia, Arkansas, is a beautiful, unique city, with all the fun and luster of the old past to the east and all the modern, up-to-date structures to the west. A spotless town with a relatively low crime rate compared to other reasonably large cities comprising a population of 48000 or more significant.

Complex rock music emanated from within the interior of the old classic truck as the Freaks on a Leash gradually approached from behind.

"Korn... Evolution!" Amaechi recognized, bringing on a bright smile. "Got to love it... YES!"

"No way, geezer!" Being a fan of different hard rock bands, Cyberpunkt agreed over her right shoulder. Korn is her second favorite band, behind Slipknot.

The Pack reached the last intersection before the "TS-13 Belfrey," also known as Arkadelphia's enormous, historic clock tower. By now, girls could quickly identify the further custom improvements to the monster truck, causing Cyber to fall in love with it that much further.
"Cyber? Can anyone explain TS-13 to me?

Kaylee whirled around abruptly, astonished that she had been asked something so basic. "Time and space slip. Thirteenth dimension. Why?"

"I'm just curious, that's all!" With a broad grin on his face, Amaechi said.

Turning to Amaechi, Cyber whispered. "Dude! I have got to have that fricken truck!"

"Nej lort! Jeg hører dig højt og tydeligt!" agreed Amaechi with a sh*t-eating grin. "That bitch would have to cost a boat-load!"

Cyberpunkt gave her a dissatisfied look. "Just think... I still have my entire fortune from my father!" Her dearest buddy was recalled. With that said, Amaechi's head became flooded with thoughts and ideas.

'Oh, I could wait until I am retired and simply cruise the US in that baby!' Danni said longingly.

"HECK!" Amaechi said with a smug air about her. "In my nation, one may sit on his big arse until he's 63, and then the wicked government makes us work till we drop!"

"OH MY GOD!" exclaimed Danni, throwing her palm over her lips in disgust. "THAT'S HORRIBLE!"

"AND THAT'S A HORSE SH*T LINE, GIRLEY!" Cyberpunkt chuckled. "She's only teasing you!"

Danni stood dumbfounded, her face expressionless. "What do you mean?"

"I hope you're having a good time!" Amaechi shouted, bursting out laughing uncontrollably.

Danni gave Amaechi a determined stare. "You stink, twerp!" she reprimanded the young Danish punk!

Cyber put her sterling silver crucifix back inside her black Motor Head logo tee-shirt, from where it had originally emerged. "Come on, ladies! Let's go!" She insisted with a small chuckle and slapped Danni on the buttocks.

When the gang approached, Cyberpunkt saw that the owner had placed a little white sign with vivid red trim in the right rear barn door window. The closer they approached, the clearer it seemed what it signified.

"OMG! I'LL BE A SEX-TRANSMITTED DEMON!" Amaechi gushed. "LOOK! SHE'S FRICKEN... FOR SALE, DUDE!" She glanced at Cyber, knowing that was what Cyber prayed for.

"I'm confused!" Ursula mumbled again, bewildered. "Badass trucks are constantly for sale!" The idea baffled her. "Why don't the creators want to retain their prize inventions!" She stared at Amaechi with dismay. "I just don't get it!"

"I can see where you're coming from, babe," Amaechi agreed. "They're expensive, too!"

"Oh! I completely agree with you, sweetheart!" Ursula shook her head again. "I just don't understand!"

Amaechi had observed someone she recognized at that point. "Holy crap!" she exclaimed, watching the final young woman heading back to the 4x4 after exiting the booze shop. "If it's not that vicious eastside wench!"

Ursula looked about, perplexed. "Wait, what wench?"

"That's, V'ladaira Lazear-Malachi of the Black Knights, Kaylee!"
Cyberpunkt fixed her gaze on the final female to enter the huge truck's back seat. "You're right, Napalm!"

Amaechi's short temper was getting to the end of it's short fuse. "I have a quarrel with that, bimbo!"

"Easy there little tiger! She's not the kind of person, ya know! Remember what happened the last time you had a dispute with her!" she said with a soft touch on the little Danish punk's head.
"Yeah! It is something I recall vividly!"

"Revenge tastes so bloody sweet!" Added Danni out of spite!
"YES! Sure is!" Amaechi stormed ahead, hoping to catch V'ladaira before she disappeared into the awe-inspiring truck.

"NAPALM!" Cyber shouted, and Amaechi turned around. "TAKE IT EASY, MAN!"

It elicited the largest grin Cyberpunkt had ever seen from her tiny Danish pal! Amaechi offered a sweet wink! "I'LL TAKE IT ANYWAY I CAN" And with that, Amaechi marched on.

Then it happened!

"YO! VLADAIRA!" Amaechi hollered. "NICE TIGHT SHORTS! GOES WELL WITH THAT FINE… CELLULITE *SS OF YOUR'S!" The Danish punk raised her right thumb. "YOU GO, GIRL!"

Cyberpunkt gasped, smacking her forehead. Danni and Ursula however were laughing emphatically!

The exceedingly gorgeous and rather stunning, V'ladaira Damabiath Lazera-Malachi, immediately whirled around. "WHAT THE FU…?"

"OH, MAN!" Ursula yelled! "SHE'S DEAD, FOR SURE!"

"LET'S GO, GIRLS!" Cyberpunkt screamed as she dashed towards Amaechi.

V'ladaira Lazara-Malachi smiled cheerfully. "OH MY GOD!" said the lovely, tall, long black-haired twenty-year-old. "IF NOT, MY LITTLE AMAECHI!"

"V'LADAIRA!" Ursula yelled! "I WILL RIP YOU IN HALF… IF YOU DARE!"

"DO NOT LAY A HAND ON HER!" Cyberpunkt is obsessively organized. "WEAPONS! AT THEIR READY!"

The swiftly arriving Freaks on a Leash group, however, were too late as they observed Vladaira sweep up Amaechi in her long skinny olive-tone arms! She appeared to be giving the young Danish punk a giant bear hug!

"SWEETIE, I MISSED YOU SO MUCH!" V'ladaira sobbed uncontrollably.

"V'LADAIRA!" Ursula screamed!

"GET YOUR SCRAWNY HANDS-ON HER!" Cyberpunkt
fanatically ordered.

"I MISSED YOU SO MUCH, SWEETIE!" V'ladaira wailed wholeheartedly.

"I, as well!"

Cyberpunkt froze, nearly speechless. "What's this?" she muttered to Danni.

"Not a clue, Cyber!"

V'ladaira held Amaechi out at arms' length so that she could inspect her little second cousin. "You ever plan on growing again?" she teased.

"HELL NO!" Amaechi giggled. "How is Auntie Carol doing?"
"Good! She's doing fantastic!"

V'ladaira observed the rest of the Freaks on a Leash at that moment. "OH! Hey, Kaylee! How are things going?"

Cyberpunkt was completely befuddled. "Hello, Vlad, long time!" Her gaze changed in awe numerous times. "I'm so confused!"

Amaechi burst out laughing. "Ya. This year, we realized that V'ladaira and I are second cousins."

"No way!" With a bright, pleasant grin, Ursula commended. "That's remarkable! Congratulations, girls!"

V'ladaira Lazara-Malachi was a spindly Fijian, Polynesian woman from Los Angeles County. She also had a bad temper, something a few people might argue about.

[[[ A public announcement! WARNING! DO NOT TICK OFF MY E... (correction)
THE FIJAN-POLYNESIAN WOMAN FROM L.A. IF EN YA KNOW WHAT'S BEST! ]]]

She opened the front passenger door and slapped the young lady in the front passenger seat on the leg. "Meet my little cousin!" she said.

"All right, let's go!" In one bound, another stunning young lady in her late teens emerged, quickly taking ahold of Amaechi by the little shoulders. "COME HERE, LITTLE RAT!"

"Hey!" Amaechi returned with trepidation. "You appear to be familiar. I'm sorry, but I can't recall your name."

The unrecognized girl burst out laughing. "You don't recall Kelsey?"

Amaechi's eyes became more noticeable. "Are you serious?" She sobbed as she embraced Kelsey Marie McLintocks in a semi-bear hug. "You were eight years old the last time I saw you, child!"

Amaechi turned immediately to introduce her companions. "Kelsey, this is Cyberpunkt, our fearless leader, and we are the Freaks on a Leash gang!" she announced triumphantly.

"I suppose you're still with the BLACK KNIGHTS." Cyber is suggested.

V'ladaira beamingly grinned. "Nope! I got out of that nasty habit a few months ago."

Cyberpunkt nearly passed out of shock! "WHAT! NOW GANGLAND IS DEAD THING OF THE PAST? Oh my goodness!" She gazed down at her Danish companion. "Did you hear what I heard?"

"YA! SURE DID! WHY?"

V'ladaira smile was as genuine and bright as ever when she delivered her explanation. "The Black Knights have surrendered our souls to our beloved Father above! We now serve Christ Jesus, of Nazareth."

There was a sense of stillness in the air.

Kaylee Nichole's right eye had a unique tear forming. "OH! Don't get me wrong! Girlfriend. The Black Knights are still ferrous warriors; however, now you are fighting on the RIGHT SIDE of this global, satanic war that we all seem to have found ourselves involved in. You're quite impressive, V'lad!"

"I think I need to set down with my gang and we should discuss our genuine views and meaning of self-worth as well."

Cyberpunkt stepped back. "Don't get me wrong! We love and serve our great Savior, Jesus Christ too! I believe there should be some significant modifications in how we express our gratitude for his redemption."

V'ladaira now had that identical one-of-a-kind tear growing in her right eye! "I love you, my sister."

Cyberpunkt held out her hands slowly, palms up, fingers crossed. A declaration of total and final defeat by a gang leader to their competitor. "And I as well!"

Amaechi gazed but said nothing, just a pleasant grin. "Yeah. Vladaira and I talked about it a few months ago."

"What exactly is this?" Danni abruptly inquired. "Some strange pantomime or what?"

"You'll have to find a new sport to keep you busy now, V'lad!" Cyber laughed.

"I KNOW!" V'ladaira agreed with a childish snicker. "Fine by me!"

Danni then spotted the emblem going along the passenger rear doors.

"WHOA! What does your beast go by?" She had been admiring the title, "WIDOW MAKER," which was written in old English handwriting and accentuated in blood crimson, hand-rubbed lacquer, and preserved by many layers of deep rich mulberry pearl essence. "Beautiful and unusual typeface, babe!"

Kelsey laughed a bit. "WOW, HUH! "That's my handy work!" she boasted.

"DANG!" said Danni. "Makes this beast that more desirable!"

Cyberpunkt took a quick step back to have a better look at the gorgeous apparition. "OH MY! NO DOUBT!"

Kelsey seems to be growing a permanent, adorable little smile!

"You and my late father would have been wonderful friends!" Cyber informed her with a wide smile.

"OH! Why's that?"

"He was an F-22B, Death Rattler fighter pilot with VMFA 323." Slightly arrogant she explained. "Widow Maker was his nose art and call sign!"










TO BE COMPLETED. This novel is now being adapted into a live-action film. The piece is composed in the manner of continuous prose. Updates are being made on a regular basis.