Chapter 20
- Location
- Chicago
"Ten clicks," Olif says.
He hangs from the underside of an atmospheric freighter. A massive red and green planet spreads out underneath, tinges of space poking out to ring the high altitude.
Dot, as well as thirty other commandos, hang from the underside as well. They're all tethered with magna-cables, including a single prototype War-Walker the Fleet seems to have aquired.
Sergeant Dot didn't ask many questions before the mission. She didn't really care. The battlestims flowed through her, sharpening her focus on the clouds below.
"Six clicks," Olif says, consulting his wrist-screen.
The commandos wait. The atmospheric freighter continues to chug along, the planet passing underneath.
"Sergeant," A commando calls.
Dot's gaze is drawn to an indicator point her squadmates placed in her HUD. The indicator directs her to a patch of sky below with three small dots racing across it.
"Three starfighters," The commando continues to call.
"Mach 3 at a descent of 4 degrees," AI 432-5 announces, targeting the starfighters on all the commandos' visors.
The ships continue to pass in the distance, disappearing into a cloud bank.
"Think they saw us?" The commando hanging next to Dot says.
"Three clicks," Olif says, still staring at his wrist screen.
Dot shakes her head.
"They didn't see us. They know we're coming. We'd be dead if they did,"
"Two clicks!" Olif calls.
"This is it!" Dot yells looking around at her squadmates hanging like fruit. "Hard and fast, don't let them stand up!"
"We've reached TZ!" Olif yells.
"RELEASE!" Dot yells, hitting a button on her glove.
Thirty-some magna-cables uncouple from the freighter. The commandos, as well as the massive War Walker, launch downward into a freefall. The cloudbank and lower atmosphere races up towards then.
They hit it, the unit being instantly swallowed by the puffy red clouds.
The clouds continue to blast past them as they fall. Dot's visor shows a decreasing number indicating their proximity to the ground.
The War Walker hails her through the comms.
"Sergeant,"
She looks over as she falls, locating the bipedal tank as they pass through a brief pocket in the clouds.
"I read you," Dot replies.
"Our sensors are picking up chatter, piping it through,"
Dot continues to plunge through the sky with the rest of the commandos. The War-Walker's readout are passed to Dot's visor via AI 432-5 . Despite the heavy cloud cover, small red triangles indicate twenty targets near the LZ.
"Orders?" Olif says. "Are we hot?"
Dot continues to gaze at the triangles, waiting for more information to pipe through. None does.
"We're hot," Dot calls, raising her rifles and placing the barrel between her feet. The rest of the commandos slowly do the same, aiming down as they fall.
"Wait for the 200 metre mark," Dot says through comms. "Fire with the boosters!"
The unit suddenly breaks through the cloud cover. The ground rushes up to meet them. An elaborate metal mega-structure is among the first to near the commandos.
"BREAK!" Dot yells.
The unit, including the War-Walker, activate their jump-boosters. At the same time, they fire at pre-selected targets on their visors. Their HUDs light up as the targets receive super-charged energy rounds.
The War-Walker releases a single-missile stored between its legs at the mega-stucture. It arcs towards the metal tower, impacting against the side.
Instead of an explosion, a clear wave spreads out. Bits of the mega-structure crumble and disappear, and the entire tower begins to tilt.
"We've got ten minutes to get to the under-levels!" Dot yells. "Don't clear levels, just blast through!"
The commandos reach the hole the missile made, their boosters slowing them until they touch down on an exposed portion of the tower interior. There are several Baalsid corpses lying about, and the commandos rush over them as they deposit charges in the center of the floor. The level shakes as the War-Walker lands, using its legs to prop itself between two torn support beams.
The chargers activate, blowing a directed fission blast downward. It punctures a hole through the hundreds of reinforced levels that make up the mega-structure.
"We've got our hole!" Dot yells. "Go go go!"
Again the commandos jump into a great abyss. This time AI 432-5 fills their visors with a network of red triangles, blue squares and green circles. Baalsids and Mon aliens, some in soldier gear, others in technician and officer clothes, gather at the edges of the commando-created tunnel.
The commandos shoot them all as they pass them on the way down.
It's the War-Walker's turn to land first. It hits the bottom, bending its servos and then straightening back up. The commandos touch down in total darkness, AI 432-5 lighting up different features on their HUDs. Dot and the others look around, then Dot nods to Olif.
Olif walks over to the War-Walker and takes a hardline from his wrist-screen to the War-Walkers leg. He opens a panel on the large metal leg, plugging in the hardline. Olif then raises his wrist screen to his visor.
"Command this is 4th Green, command this is 4th Green. We have the target, over,"
Static pipes through everyone's visor. They wait patiently for it to die down.
"This is command," A voice comes over. "We read you. Orders are to hold you position while you await reinforcements. Failing that, destroy the D-Tower using the secondary payload on your War-Walker. Confirm 4th Green,"
"We copy," Olif says, sharing a look with Dot. "Over and out,"
He lowers his wrist-screen.
"Secondary payload?"
Dot turns to the War-Walker.
"What else you packing in there?" She calls.
Dot can see one of the pilots within shrug.
"They don't label that stuff besides "X1" and "X2"." The pilot says, gesturing around the cockpit. "And you already saw "X1", that was the missile that got us in here,"
"That was a pretty intense weapon," Olif says, "Punched a hole right through the outermost level."
"Spread out!" Dot calls, checking her beam-rifle. "They'll be coming from above through the hole we made, and any other entrances down here they may have,"
Dot walks to the center of the space, peering upwards at the floors they blasted through. She can just barely make out the red clouds beyond the entrance to the tunnel.
"Hey," Olif says, jogging up to her. She looks back down, scanning the other commandos as they take up positions.
"What," Dot says, glancing back up at the hole.
"You doing okay?" Olif says, tilting his head to the side. He regards Dot.
"Don't do that," She says.
"What,"
"That," Dot says, looking at him. "Stare at me like I'm a fucking puzzle,"
"Five told me you haven't taken any of the decom-sims," Olif says.
"Fucking Five," Dot says, shaking her head. "You're not supposed to share my business!"
"Unit cohesion is one of my prime directives," AI 432-5 says through her visor. "It is important that Corporal Mannis understands any issues with his CO,"
"Well stay the fuck out of my life, both of you," Dot says, looking back up. "And concentrate on the mission,"
"Look Sarge," Olif says. "Both me and Five are just worried about you. Ever since Jasule,"
"I don't want to hear the fucking name of that planet ever again," Dot says. She continues to stare upwards, raising her beam rifle to stare down its barrel at the sides of the tunnel.
"Sure right," Olif says. "But we've all got to do the decompression-simulations, it's how we cope with things once the stims wear off,"
"We're going to be on this missions for the foreseeable future," Dot says, still gazing down her scope. "So being off the stims isn't something I'm going to have to worry about for awhile, will it,"
"Still..."
"Enough," Dot says. "Thank you Corporal, Five, to your posts,"
"I have no post," AI 432-5 says. "Or a physical form,"
"Then shut up and sight my targets for me,"
"Contact!" Another commando yells.
Red triangles begin to appear, filling the sides of the tunnel. Dot squeezes on her trigger.
Both sides open fire. Energy, bolts, kinetic rounds and small-arms missiles fill the air of the tunnel. Mon aliens in soldier gear begin to drop down, using jump-boosters to slow their fall.
The War-Walker clammors underneath the tunnel, angling its four protruding shoulder-barrels upwards. It opens fire.
A calamitous racket fills the air as the War-Walker unloads its weapons. The air turns hot with churning kinetic-rounds, the Mon soldiers vaporizing as they're hit.
The attackers pause for a moment, and Dot calls for her own side to cease fire as well.
An eerie silence fills the mega-structure.
A faint buzzing starts up.
"Fucking nanite swarm!" A commando yells.
"Stay calm!" Dot yells back. She looks around the large level they occupy.
"We don't have anything, do we?" Olif says. "That swarm will kill us,"
Dot turns to the War Walker.
"Unload X2," She says, nodding at the pilot. "Let's see what we got,"
The War Walker releases a metal case from its underside. It falls on the ground with a clang. Dot and the commandos gather around it. Olif bends down, unclasping the top and sliding it open. He stares at the contents, then looks back up at Dot.
"It's a multi-nuclear payload," He says simply.
The other commandos are silent.
"So we're supposed to hold this tower or die in an explosion?" A commando says, shifting his beam rifle to his other hand.
"That means whatever's in this tower, is important," Olif says. "Like really important. Command throws a fucking fit every time they lose a commando unit to something stupid. If they're willing to kill us...."
"Well," Dot says, placing her foot on one end of the lid. She kicks it, sliding the metal case shut. "I'm not ready to die yet,"
She thinks furiously. The buzz of the nanite swarm grows closer.
"We need an enclosed space, a tunnel or something," She says, looking up. "Find me a hole we can plug the War-Walker in!"
The commandos wait a beat, then snap to their tasks, rushing off in different directions. It only takes a few moments.
"Found one!" A commando yells through the darkness. "Blast doors leading to a hallway!"
"Walker!" Dot yells. "We're going to hide in the tunnel. You're going to block the entrance with your frame!"
"But," The pilot says, the War Walker shifting on its legs. "The nanites will just eat through our mech and then eat you guys. You'll be serving them dinner,"
"Not if you position your jump-boosters outward," Dot says. "We'll cook them all,"
Olif looks at Dot.
"Well shit,"
"To the tunnel!" Dot yells. "Everyone to the tunnel!"
The commandos and the War Walker rush to the blast doors. They're already pried open, and the commandos file through the crack and into the tunnel. The War Walker bends down and crams itself into the crack as well, getting stuck halfway through.
"Alright," Dot says, watching the Walker with the other commandos. The buzz of the nanite swarm is now overwhelming. "Point and direct your jump-boosters!"
The pilot's voice pipes back over their feed.
"fuck Sargeant, hope you know what you're doing,"
The War-Walker shakes as its boosters activate. Dot can just make out the room beyond as the fire flares up. It's filled with black clouds of nanities.
"More!" Dot shouts. "You need to give it all you have!"
"Too much and the walker might blast into the tunnel!" The pilot yells back. "We'd squash you all!"
Dot runs up to the war-walker, activating her exo-suit.
"Everyone!" She yells. "Brace the walker!"
The other commandos rush up to it. The sounds of the boosters mixes in the with the angry buzz of the hungry nanites. The commandos braces themselves against the War Walker, activating their exo-suits.
"Now!" Dot yells. "Full power!"
The War Walker activates the entirety of its booster array. Flames blow out like an angry waterfall, engulfing the nanite swarms in pure, chemical fire.
The sides of the blast door creak and groan, then the War Walker breaks free. The commandos exo-suits groan as they try and hold the War Walker at bay.
"I need to cut the boosters!" The pilot yells. "I'm about to steamroll you guys!"
"Don't!" Dot yells over the noise. "You do and the nanites will have us!"
Lights begin to flicker on in the tunnel. They race along it, illuminating the end. On the other side is another pair of blast doors. They start to open. Mon soldiers wait on the other side.
"Fuck," Dot says. "That's it, I give up,"
"Do not give up Sergeant," AI 432-5 says. "I have alerted command of our present situation, and they have just authorized me to connect with Unknown AI,"
"Unknown AI?" Dot says. "What the hell is that?"
"Connecting, please hold for approximately two minutes."
One of the commando's exosuits snaps, tearing the man's leg clean from his body. He cries out in pain.
"Alright!" Dot yells. "Grab onto the War-Walker! We're riding this baby into those fucking Mon!"
The commandos look at her.
"The fucks wrong with you!" Olif yells. "Your sergeant just gave you an order!"
"Yes ma'am!" The commandos yell, battlestims flooding their systems. They reach up, even the man with the severed leg, and grip onto the War-Walker.
"What the fuck," The pilot says over the comms.
"Now pull yourselves up!" Dot says.
The commandos pulls themselves onto the War-Walker, and it shoots down the hall like a cork. The mon soldiers pause as they enter into the hall, raising their weapons in confusion.
"Fuck em' up!" Dot yells, leveling her beam rifle with one hand and gripping the Walker with the other. She and the commandos open fire.
"I have connected to Unknown AI," AI 432-5 announces. "The nanites are now under my control,"
"Cut the boosters!" Dot yells.
The War Walker obliges, and it screeches to a halt. The top of its cockpit comes to rest inches from the blast doors.
"Five," Dot says, putting two fingers to her helmet. "Is it true you have control of the nanites?"
"Unknown AI has lended me her strength. I have control,"
Dot and Olif share a look.
"Alright then Five," Dot says, readying her beam rifle. "Clear this tower of everything that's not us."
"Right away, Sergeant Dot,"
-End of Chapter 19-
He hangs from the underside of an atmospheric freighter. A massive red and green planet spreads out underneath, tinges of space poking out to ring the high altitude.
Dot, as well as thirty other commandos, hang from the underside as well. They're all tethered with magna-cables, including a single prototype War-Walker the Fleet seems to have aquired.
Sergeant Dot didn't ask many questions before the mission. She didn't really care. The battlestims flowed through her, sharpening her focus on the clouds below.
"Six clicks," Olif says, consulting his wrist-screen.
The commandos wait. The atmospheric freighter continues to chug along, the planet passing underneath.
"Sergeant," A commando calls.
Dot's gaze is drawn to an indicator point her squadmates placed in her HUD. The indicator directs her to a patch of sky below with three small dots racing across it.
"Three starfighters," The commando continues to call.
"Mach 3 at a descent of 4 degrees," AI 432-5 announces, targeting the starfighters on all the commandos' visors.
The ships continue to pass in the distance, disappearing into a cloud bank.
"Think they saw us?" The commando hanging next to Dot says.
"Three clicks," Olif says, still staring at his wrist screen.
Dot shakes her head.
"They didn't see us. They know we're coming. We'd be dead if they did,"
"Two clicks!" Olif calls.
"This is it!" Dot yells looking around at her squadmates hanging like fruit. "Hard and fast, don't let them stand up!"
"We've reached TZ!" Olif yells.
"RELEASE!" Dot yells, hitting a button on her glove.
Thirty-some magna-cables uncouple from the freighter. The commandos, as well as the massive War Walker, launch downward into a freefall. The cloudbank and lower atmosphere races up towards then.
They hit it, the unit being instantly swallowed by the puffy red clouds.
The clouds continue to blast past them as they fall. Dot's visor shows a decreasing number indicating their proximity to the ground.
The War Walker hails her through the comms.
"Sergeant,"
She looks over as she falls, locating the bipedal tank as they pass through a brief pocket in the clouds.
"I read you," Dot replies.
"Our sensors are picking up chatter, piping it through,"
Dot continues to plunge through the sky with the rest of the commandos. The War-Walker's readout are passed to Dot's visor via AI 432-5 . Despite the heavy cloud cover, small red triangles indicate twenty targets near the LZ.
"Orders?" Olif says. "Are we hot?"
Dot continues to gaze at the triangles, waiting for more information to pipe through. None does.
"We're hot," Dot calls, raising her rifles and placing the barrel between her feet. The rest of the commandos slowly do the same, aiming down as they fall.
"Wait for the 200 metre mark," Dot says through comms. "Fire with the boosters!"
The unit suddenly breaks through the cloud cover. The ground rushes up to meet them. An elaborate metal mega-structure is among the first to near the commandos.
"BREAK!" Dot yells.
The unit, including the War-Walker, activate their jump-boosters. At the same time, they fire at pre-selected targets on their visors. Their HUDs light up as the targets receive super-charged energy rounds.
The War-Walker releases a single-missile stored between its legs at the mega-stucture. It arcs towards the metal tower, impacting against the side.
Instead of an explosion, a clear wave spreads out. Bits of the mega-structure crumble and disappear, and the entire tower begins to tilt.
"We've got ten minutes to get to the under-levels!" Dot yells. "Don't clear levels, just blast through!"
The commandos reach the hole the missile made, their boosters slowing them until they touch down on an exposed portion of the tower interior. There are several Baalsid corpses lying about, and the commandos rush over them as they deposit charges in the center of the floor. The level shakes as the War-Walker lands, using its legs to prop itself between two torn support beams.
The chargers activate, blowing a directed fission blast downward. It punctures a hole through the hundreds of reinforced levels that make up the mega-structure.
"We've got our hole!" Dot yells. "Go go go!"
Again the commandos jump into a great abyss. This time AI 432-5 fills their visors with a network of red triangles, blue squares and green circles. Baalsids and Mon aliens, some in soldier gear, others in technician and officer clothes, gather at the edges of the commando-created tunnel.
The commandos shoot them all as they pass them on the way down.
It's the War-Walker's turn to land first. It hits the bottom, bending its servos and then straightening back up. The commandos touch down in total darkness, AI 432-5 lighting up different features on their HUDs. Dot and the others look around, then Dot nods to Olif.
Olif walks over to the War-Walker and takes a hardline from his wrist-screen to the War-Walkers leg. He opens a panel on the large metal leg, plugging in the hardline. Olif then raises his wrist screen to his visor.
"Command this is 4th Green, command this is 4th Green. We have the target, over,"
Static pipes through everyone's visor. They wait patiently for it to die down.
"This is command," A voice comes over. "We read you. Orders are to hold you position while you await reinforcements. Failing that, destroy the D-Tower using the secondary payload on your War-Walker. Confirm 4th Green,"
"We copy," Olif says, sharing a look with Dot. "Over and out,"
He lowers his wrist-screen.
"Secondary payload?"
Dot turns to the War-Walker.
"What else you packing in there?" She calls.
Dot can see one of the pilots within shrug.
"They don't label that stuff besides "X1" and "X2"." The pilot says, gesturing around the cockpit. "And you already saw "X1", that was the missile that got us in here,"
"That was a pretty intense weapon," Olif says, "Punched a hole right through the outermost level."
"Spread out!" Dot calls, checking her beam-rifle. "They'll be coming from above through the hole we made, and any other entrances down here they may have,"
Dot walks to the center of the space, peering upwards at the floors they blasted through. She can just barely make out the red clouds beyond the entrance to the tunnel.
"Hey," Olif says, jogging up to her. She looks back down, scanning the other commandos as they take up positions.
"What," Dot says, glancing back up at the hole.
"You doing okay?" Olif says, tilting his head to the side. He regards Dot.
"Don't do that," She says.
"What,"
"That," Dot says, looking at him. "Stare at me like I'm a fucking puzzle,"
"Five told me you haven't taken any of the decom-sims," Olif says.
"Fucking Five," Dot says, shaking her head. "You're not supposed to share my business!"
"Unit cohesion is one of my prime directives," AI 432-5 says through her visor. "It is important that Corporal Mannis understands any issues with his CO,"
"Well stay the fuck out of my life, both of you," Dot says, looking back up. "And concentrate on the mission,"
"Look Sarge," Olif says. "Both me and Five are just worried about you. Ever since Jasule,"
"I don't want to hear the fucking name of that planet ever again," Dot says. She continues to stare upwards, raising her beam rifle to stare down its barrel at the sides of the tunnel.
"Sure right," Olif says. "But we've all got to do the decompression-simulations, it's how we cope with things once the stims wear off,"
"We're going to be on this missions for the foreseeable future," Dot says, still gazing down her scope. "So being off the stims isn't something I'm going to have to worry about for awhile, will it,"
"Still..."
"Enough," Dot says. "Thank you Corporal, Five, to your posts,"
"I have no post," AI 432-5 says. "Or a physical form,"
"Then shut up and sight my targets for me,"
"Contact!" Another commando yells.
Red triangles begin to appear, filling the sides of the tunnel. Dot squeezes on her trigger.
Both sides open fire. Energy, bolts, kinetic rounds and small-arms missiles fill the air of the tunnel. Mon aliens in soldier gear begin to drop down, using jump-boosters to slow their fall.
The War-Walker clammors underneath the tunnel, angling its four protruding shoulder-barrels upwards. It opens fire.
A calamitous racket fills the air as the War-Walker unloads its weapons. The air turns hot with churning kinetic-rounds, the Mon soldiers vaporizing as they're hit.
The attackers pause for a moment, and Dot calls for her own side to cease fire as well.
An eerie silence fills the mega-structure.
A faint buzzing starts up.
"Fucking nanite swarm!" A commando yells.
"Stay calm!" Dot yells back. She looks around the large level they occupy.
"We don't have anything, do we?" Olif says. "That swarm will kill us,"
Dot turns to the War Walker.
"Unload X2," She says, nodding at the pilot. "Let's see what we got,"
The War Walker releases a metal case from its underside. It falls on the ground with a clang. Dot and the commandos gather around it. Olif bends down, unclasping the top and sliding it open. He stares at the contents, then looks back up at Dot.
"It's a multi-nuclear payload," He says simply.
The other commandos are silent.
"So we're supposed to hold this tower or die in an explosion?" A commando says, shifting his beam rifle to his other hand.
"That means whatever's in this tower, is important," Olif says. "Like really important. Command throws a fucking fit every time they lose a commando unit to something stupid. If they're willing to kill us...."
"Well," Dot says, placing her foot on one end of the lid. She kicks it, sliding the metal case shut. "I'm not ready to die yet,"
She thinks furiously. The buzz of the nanite swarm grows closer.
"We need an enclosed space, a tunnel or something," She says, looking up. "Find me a hole we can plug the War-Walker in!"
The commandos wait a beat, then snap to their tasks, rushing off in different directions. It only takes a few moments.
"Found one!" A commando yells through the darkness. "Blast doors leading to a hallway!"
"Walker!" Dot yells. "We're going to hide in the tunnel. You're going to block the entrance with your frame!"
"But," The pilot says, the War Walker shifting on its legs. "The nanites will just eat through our mech and then eat you guys. You'll be serving them dinner,"
"Not if you position your jump-boosters outward," Dot says. "We'll cook them all,"
Olif looks at Dot.
"Well shit,"
"To the tunnel!" Dot yells. "Everyone to the tunnel!"
The commandos and the War Walker rush to the blast doors. They're already pried open, and the commandos file through the crack and into the tunnel. The War Walker bends down and crams itself into the crack as well, getting stuck halfway through.
"Alright," Dot says, watching the Walker with the other commandos. The buzz of the nanite swarm is now overwhelming. "Point and direct your jump-boosters!"
The pilot's voice pipes back over their feed.
"fuck Sargeant, hope you know what you're doing,"
The War-Walker shakes as its boosters activate. Dot can just make out the room beyond as the fire flares up. It's filled with black clouds of nanities.
"More!" Dot shouts. "You need to give it all you have!"
"Too much and the walker might blast into the tunnel!" The pilot yells back. "We'd squash you all!"
Dot runs up to the war-walker, activating her exo-suit.
"Everyone!" She yells. "Brace the walker!"
The other commandos rush up to it. The sounds of the boosters mixes in the with the angry buzz of the hungry nanites. The commandos braces themselves against the War Walker, activating their exo-suits.
"Now!" Dot yells. "Full power!"
The War Walker activates the entirety of its booster array. Flames blow out like an angry waterfall, engulfing the nanite swarms in pure, chemical fire.
The sides of the blast door creak and groan, then the War Walker breaks free. The commandos exo-suits groan as they try and hold the War Walker at bay.
"I need to cut the boosters!" The pilot yells. "I'm about to steamroll you guys!"
"Don't!" Dot yells over the noise. "You do and the nanites will have us!"
Lights begin to flicker on in the tunnel. They race along it, illuminating the end. On the other side is another pair of blast doors. They start to open. Mon soldiers wait on the other side.
"Fuck," Dot says. "That's it, I give up,"
"Do not give up Sergeant," AI 432-5 says. "I have alerted command of our present situation, and they have just authorized me to connect with Unknown AI,"
"Unknown AI?" Dot says. "What the hell is that?"
"Connecting, please hold for approximately two minutes."
One of the commando's exosuits snaps, tearing the man's leg clean from his body. He cries out in pain.
"Alright!" Dot yells. "Grab onto the War-Walker! We're riding this baby into those fucking Mon!"
The commandos look at her.
"The fucks wrong with you!" Olif yells. "Your sergeant just gave you an order!"
"Yes ma'am!" The commandos yell, battlestims flooding their systems. They reach up, even the man with the severed leg, and grip onto the War-Walker.
"What the fuck," The pilot says over the comms.
"Now pull yourselves up!" Dot says.
The commandos pulls themselves onto the War-Walker, and it shoots down the hall like a cork. The mon soldiers pause as they enter into the hall, raising their weapons in confusion.
"Fuck em' up!" Dot yells, leveling her beam rifle with one hand and gripping the Walker with the other. She and the commandos open fire.
"I have connected to Unknown AI," AI 432-5 announces. "The nanites are now under my control,"
"Cut the boosters!" Dot yells.
The War Walker obliges, and it screeches to a halt. The top of its cockpit comes to rest inches from the blast doors.
"Five," Dot says, putting two fingers to her helmet. "Is it true you have control of the nanites?"
"Unknown AI has lended me her strength. I have control,"
Dot and Olif share a look.
"Alright then Five," Dot says, readying her beam rifle. "Clear this tower of everything that's not us."
"Right away, Sergeant Dot,"
-End of Chapter 19-
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