After some suggestions from friends, I've decided to start posting an "audio blog" about my story, "The Guardian Legend" (or :"Legend of the Guardian", or various derivatives).  It's still under development, as I try to refine my writing style.

I started recording the first chapter.  After some irritations of dealing with Audacity (my audio recording software), I found out some things about it (the story).  First, while the heart of the story is undoubtedly good (at least that's what others have said after reading), it's... well, lacking.  As soon as I start reading it out loud, I find it lacking something.  The words jumble together, and it sorta feels... like a "B" movie. 

Not a BAD "B" movie, but one that has potential.  Like it's lacking good special effects... instead of seeing an awe-inspiring helm of a next-generation spaceship, you see a really tiny corner of it, where a great actor is using something that vaguely looks like one of the computer panels from NASA, back when they launched Apollo 13.

Anyway, I have to figure some way of writing my story so it's entertaining.  The underlying actions are interesting, the idea of what's happening is good... but the way it's written is just... well, it's bad.  I can tell that some of the writing is a few decades old.  Yuck.

So how do I write it?  Somehow, I've gotta find a writing style that matches how I tell stories.  As I remember it, people reading the story weren't as thrilled as the people that I told the story.  Because I really get into it when I'm telling the story, but somehow that just gets lost in the written part... ugh.

Anyway, this entry is just an appetizer.  I'm working on the audio blog, but there's a bit of work left to do.  Stay tuned!

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            "Grenade!"
            "What?!" Joe screamed as he spun around.
            "Grenade!" he heard again. Then he heard nothing.

            It was cool this time of year, the wind nipped at his cheek as the leaves wove a blanket of copper and gold across the ground.  Joe recognized this place, this wasn't the dusty rock he was just on, clinging for his life, this was Ankwar, this was home.
            He stood there for a moment while the familiar surroundings grabbed hold, he was on his way home from school, his house was just around the block. Joe slung his backpack back up over his shoulders, stuffed his fists in his pockets and started walking.  He wondered where his mother was, she usually met him at the school for the walk home. Then it dawned on him. “The baby’s here!” he yelled as he broke out into a sprint. The excitement welled up inside him as his legs became a blur, “The baby.”
             As Joe rounded the block he could see his house.  His cars littered the street and driveway. “They must be here to see the baby?” he thought to himself, he didn’t notice police cruiser that had lead the pack.  People were idling in the front doorway, their faces stricken with grief.  “They should be happy?” Joe thought and then he screeched to a halt. He froze, the realization of this day crept into his mind. This was not his brother’s birthday.  It was the day his father died.
             Joe crept into the house. The air was thick. Men he hardly knew padded his shoulder as he was ushered to the living room. His mother sat sobbing on the sofa.
             “Oh Joe!” she cried, “Your father.”
              Joe ran to her, he already knew. He wanted to cry, he wanted to fight, but he stood strong.  He knew he had to be a pillar, for his mother.
              A man in the room said, “Your father was a hero son.  The mine collapsed in on 3 men he went in an pulled them outta there, before it completely fell in on him.”
             "He was a good man” another said.
             “The best.” Joe responded.

             He opened his eyes, a blanket of stars stretched over him interrupted by the occasional tracer or flash from an explosion. He was back on the battlefield.  He reached for his fathers’ pendant that he wore around his neck, but he could not feel his arm.  He grasped at his chest with his other until the cold chain was threaded between his fingers.  He clutched the pendant as a symphony of explosions crashed around him.  His eyes fell shut again.

              It was spring and he was in the back yard.  The cheerful laughter flowed out from inside the house.  He could hear his brother Kain making noises in the tree house above his head.  This was the day he graduated, he was leaving for Fleet tomorrow. The tree house danced in the wind as he climbed the rickety ladder to the top.  He had built this place when he was a kid. It had been a fortress, castle, and army base while he grew up, but it was a cockpit now for his little brother who spent just as much time in here as he did.
             “Hey Joe is that you?” the kid asked.
              “Yeah, bud. How do you always know?” Joe answered climbing the last few steps.
              “I don’t know, just a feeling I guess.” He shrugged as he buckled into a worn out bucket seat.
              “What are you flying today?” Joe asked.
              “What am I always flying? An Akionic Diablo 253. They’re the best! Now get up here and strap in I’m about to take on a Vecturian fighter squadron.” Said the kid as he strapped on an old motorcycle helmet and placed a broken joystick, from his older brother’s computer, between knees.
              “What’s in the squadron?”
              “Only twenty Orion class Star Fighters.”
              "Only?!" quipped Joe
              "No one can fly like me Joe, you know that."
               "I know bud, I know." Joe laughed as he watched his little brother sway back and forth narrowly dodging the imagined oncoming missile fire. "You know I'm leaving for Fleet tomorrow, don't you?"
              "Yeah, I know."
              "That means you're going to be the man of the house now and you have to take care of mom. You'll do that won't you?"
              "Yeah. You gonna kick some Vecturian butt?"
              "I'm gonna try bud, I'm gonna try. It’s time for dinner. Let’s go in.”
              “Awe, Ok.” Sighed Kain, who was truthfully just happy to spend time with his big brother whom he so admired.

He opened his eyes again.  The once heavenly canopy was cloaked by the battle's smoke and refuse.  The cacophony of destruction was no more than an echo in the distance.  The air was heavy now, Joe struggled for breath, the sky went black.

“Congratulations Joe!” yelled Kain, as he sprinted up the aisle. Joe outstretched his arms to embrace his brother.
              “Man you’ve gotten big.” Said Joe, as he ruffled Kains hair.
              “You’re a soldier now Joe! Now you can really kick some Vecturian ass.”
              “Hey now,” their mother scolded as she followed up the aisle “There’s no reason for that language.” She grabbed her boys and wrapped her arms around them. She sniffled.
              “You okay mom?” Joe asked.
              "I'm all right." His mother said, as she dabbed a tear from her cheek. “I’m just so proud. Here take this," a pendant was shoved into Joe's hand, "it was your fathers and now it is yours. It's our family crest, it's not much..." she choked.
              "But it's everything." Joe finished. 

 Joe opened his eyes once more. The battle was now a distant rumble.  A chill was creeping over him.  Death's fingers slowly wrapped themselves around his body.  Just before he faded from consciousness Joe heard a voice.
              "This one's still breathin'!" Joe strained to keep his eyes open. A man knelt beside him. "But he's in pieces." Another man walked up beside him.
              Joe closed his eyes ready for the end.
              "That's fine, tag him, he’s good for the Balthazar Project."

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“What do we have here?”

Jenny cringed at the sound of the man’s voice. She knew who he was. Not his name, or even his nickname, no. He was a hoodlum. A lowlife. Somebody who walked the streets, harrassing the innocent when in large groups, preying on those that get separated… like her.

She hurried per pace, praying if she managed to get out of the alley, that there just might be others that would help her. Others that would scare the hoodlums away just by them being there... before she got more than a couple of steps, one of them had blocked her way. She turned the other way, only to be stopped by the one that had spoken.

“C’mon honey. Watcha got in the bag?”

She struggled with him for a moment, trying not to give away her only source of defense. In moments, he ripped it from her arms, and she realized she was no match for him. “Shoulda gone to those self-defense classes, like I told ya,” she could hear Lucas saying. “You could have beaten ‘em if you had those classes. Broken arms, broken jaws, the whole works.” She wished she’d taken him more seriously.

She looked down, praying that avoiding eye contact would somehow help. “Please, I… I don’t want any trouble. I’m just on my way…” Before she could finish, she was thrown face-first into the wall.

Holding her body to the wall with his, arms pinned in front of her, he smelled her hair as the others cheered him on. He slid her silk dress up her thigh slowly, feeling his way up to her waist, enjoying her helpless cries. “Oooh.” He smiled as he felt the tiny piece of velvet fabric that comprised her panties. Easily holding her in place with one arm, he pulled some of the fabric aside, looking to the others for their approval at the quality of his catch.

He pulled out a knife and quickly cut through the dress, letting the fabric fall to the ground. With another swipe, he cut through the back of her undershirt, revealing the soft, pale skin of her back. Her form was exquisite, the likes of which he’d only seen in the pictures of a lingerie catalog.

Jenny felt him press against her again. She could hear him—even feel him—undoing the zipper of his pants. She cried harder. She knew what was to come: screaming, painful intrusion into her body, a horrible beating. If she was lucky, she’d wake up in a ditch somewhere… if she woke up at all.

How did I get here? I was following Joshua through the boulevard and… how did I lose him? How did I get separated?

He pulled back just for a moment, and she started to wriggle free… she was almost away, grabbing something solid to her right, pulling hard on it to get out from beneath him. She took a couple of steps, then felt him grab her hair, nearly ripping her scalp off. She reached back to grab his hand, to try to somehow release it, when he slammed her face into the wall. She felt blood trickle down her face.

She heard them talking behind her, words she couldn’t hear through the concussion he’d given her, felt him moving and adjusting. For a minute, she thought he was grinding against her, but when the minute passed, she realized that was simply not the case. She felt a sharp pain on the right side of her throat, and the man’s voice whispered into her ear: “It’s okay baby, this will just make you a little more… cooperative.” She heard him chuckling as he slowly injected the contents of the syringe into her.

Before he had finished the injection, there was a ruckus at the end of the alley. “Go check it out. I don’t want to be interrupted!” His men nodded and rushed to the end of the alley, past where he could see. Confident that they would be able to handle the problem, he turned back to his victim and continued injecting, watching her eyes begin to glaze and her muscles lose tension. He pulled the needle out and carelessly threw it at a dumpster, continuing to watch her.

“This your first time?” He chortled as he turned her around. Instead of having to hold her against the wall, he now had to hold her up. He ran his hand down her neck, between her two perfect barren breasts, down toward her panties.

Her head drooped sideways, her eyes constantly rolling to the back of her head. He started to wonder if he’d given her too much, felt the long-forgotten feeling of worry return for just a moment, then disappear: he didn’t care about her. She was just another victim. Another whore for him to screw and move on…

Before he could get comfortable, he heard the commotion at the end of the alley get louder, heard things slamming into garbage cans. He shook his head. They never got anything right. If he had a choice, he’d have ditched them long ago. “What the hell is going on out there?”

Out from that side alley stepped a giant of a man, wearing some sort of medieval animal skin pants, a torn up shirt, and some expensive-looking jewelry: a silver or platinum band around his wrist with a finely carved shape of a wolf on it; a circular necklace made of the same sort of material, with words etched in it, surrounding the largest red ruby he’d ever seen. No shoes, shirt, or much of anything else. His body was incredibly muscular, more so than those he’d seen in any magazine dealing with… well, muscular people.

He knew how this worked. If he let go of his prize, or even showed that he was a little scared, this behemoth of a man would take her. And he’d lose his reputation on the streets, something he had very little of to begin with. No, this was nothing more than a barbaric display of who was the fiercest, or who would back down first. “This one’s mine. Go get your own.”

Thrax raised his hand, calling to it Lightning, the legendary sword whose blade crackled with electricity. White hot fingers curled around his massive forearm, crackling and popping with energy, arching to the nearby garbage bin.

Laughing as the macho look on the punk's face disappeared and the front of his pants became soaked. The man stepped away from the girl, flattening himself against the wall. Thrax stepped forward and placed the blade on his throat, just below his adam’s apple. He swung the sword upward, slicing through the man’s skull with no visible effort, killing him instantly. The energy of the evil soul filled Thrax.

He smiled and turned to the woman, preparing to put her out of her misery… then he stopped. The sword vanished as he saw the beautiful face of his wife, laying there naked on the ground… he kneeled beside her, lifting her limp body into his arms, almost expecting to find a baby girl hidden beneath her.

For the first time in a long time, Thrax felt sad, felt the tears of bitter loss welling within him. He felt that terrible day happening all over again… but suddenly, he realized that she was not dead. He felt her slow heartbeat and weak breathing, even the attempt at words from her mouth.

Thrax sat back for a moment, watching her, suddenly and completely bewildered by the situation. Her breath was slowing, as was her pulse, as she succumbed to the poison that coursed through her veins. He put his hand on her stomach, pulling the substance out of her body and into his, to keep her from dying.

He became lightheaded as he listened to her vitals speed up. He laid her onto the ground carefully and turned to find something to cover her up with. In moments he returned to her with a surprisingly clean sheet he’d found on a garbage bin just a few feet down the alley. He lifted her from he ground, wrapping her mostly naked body in the white sheet, handling her like a father would handle his own baby.

Thrax held her in his arms and began walking out of the alley, his thoughts completely consumed by her. She looked so much like Jem… he stumbled a bit, realizing the poison he’d taken from her was much stronger than he gave it credit for. He held her in one arm, using the other to brace himself against the wall as he walked.

“Police! Don’t move!”

Thrax stopped and stared at the small army of men, standing beside their strange metal horses, pointing their bizarre weapons at him. He’d seen the weapons before: they made a loud noise, emitted a tiny flame—some sort of magic—to create a hole in whatever was in front of them. None had been used on him yet, though he’d been threatened many times. Few were strong-willed enough to do much else against him.

“Put the woman down, get on your knees, and put your hands on the ground! NOW!”

He smiled. It had been a very, very long time since he’d encountered any real opposition. He raised his right hand to blast them with magic, and heard the familiar sounds of their little magic cannons. Several hit his open shoulder, while over a dozen struck his legs, dropping him to the ground. Thrax pushed the girl away from him, careful to avoid getting any of his terrible blood on her.

He tried to stand, managing only to get to his knees, seeing the police rushing him with guns and black sticks. He barely felt any of their attacks as the poison took him over and he dropped back down to the ground. In the few moments he was still conscious, he thought he heard somebody say her name… “Jenny.”

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“But he saved me, Lucas. Those men would have raped and killed me if…”

“How could you know that? You were barely even alive when the paramedics got to you.” He shook his head. “Perry said if he hadn’t gotten to you when he did, you would have had some sort of rupture in your brain.”

“Don’t you ever listen to me? What about the drugs?” She reached across the table, placing her hand on top of his, trying to make him listen. “I’m not lying, Lucas. One of them gave me some sort of injection that almost killed me. That man that you locked up saved…”

“He killed them.”

“What?”

“Not just killed them, either, Jenny. He crushed two of their skulls, ripped one guy’s arm off, and cut that other poor bastard’s head clean in half.”

“But…”

“He’s a killer, Jenny. The law doesn’t care if they were bad men. He killed them, and there’s no way to get around it, not even for me.” He turned as the door opened.

“Here are the clothes you asked for, Lieutenant Mathews.” Officer Perkins made a visual inspection of the girl. “Need anything else?”

Lucas smiled at his sometimes overly-female partner. “Thanks… and we’ll be fine, Perkins.” He took the clothes and watched her until the door was closed, then turned and set them on the table. “There’s a bathroom down the hall a ways, you can change there.”

“Turn that camera off and look away.”

Lucas smiled as he unplugged the camera. For such an attractive woman, she was sometimes not very lady-like. “We’re going to hold him here until his court date, probably in a few weeks. If you want to visit him… well, I can take you to his cell.”

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“I'm sorry, Jenny. I don't know how many times I can say it.” Lucas was quite obviously frustrated. “There's just... it's a lot of paperwork. And it's not like...” he paused. He didn't want her to see this man, whose only name was Thrax, this man who came from nowhere, had no record of ever existing, no trace of anything in any system he could find. He sighed. “I just don't like him.”

“I know Lucas.” Jenny stopped Lucas as they came close to the detainment center. “But I just have a feeling about him. He's not like anyone I've ever met.”

His face curled into an angry scowl. “But you don't know him! Hell, I don't think anybody does! You didn't see... a dozen of my men shot him. Shot him, Jenny. Enough to drop ten...”

She smiled at him, lowering her head, looking at him from under her brow, the look she knew he just couldn't say no to. “I know you don't like him. But just trust me, okay?”

He tried to maintain his firm look, but felt it starting to melt away. She was so beautiful. Sometimes he wondered how she could be related to him, let alone be his sister. “Fine.” She smiled and let out that little giggle. “But I'm not letting you out of my sight.”

They walked in silence through the halls. Past the drunkards sleeping it off, past the gangs screaming obscenities, into the maximum security area. He could sense her mood becoming more somber as they walked further, grabbing his arm for security as she cringed away from the prisoners.

“How is he, Charlie?”

Charlie stood from his post just outside the heavy bars. “Still pretty quiet. Got enough tranquilizers in him to put down an elephant.” He cocked his head sideways, seeing Jenny hiding behind him. “You, uh, know it's against the rules to have her back here.”

Lucas shook his head. “Who?” He exchanged smiles with his old friend. “I don't see anybody. Why don't you go grab a coffee? I'll cover for ya for a little bit.”

Charlie opened his mouth to say something, then closed it. He looked to the ground, shaking his head with a smile. “Be careful with this one.”

Jenny watched him walk away, starting to loosen her grip on Lucas' arm. She carefully stepped closer to the front of the massive bars on the front of the cell. Inside was the man she only vaguely remembered before the barrage of gunfire. He was sitting in a chair—no, chained to the chair—with obnoxiously thick shackles around his wrists, his ankles, and even his neck, with chains whose links looked like they might be larger than her head. His head hung down, his long black hair covering his face, flowing over his shoulders, nearly touching his thighs. She stared at him for a few moments, then turned to leave.

“Jenny.”

His deep, powerful voice took her by surprise. She turned to face him. He'd lifted his head now, tossed his head to the side to move some of the hair away from his face. “I... I thought you were... sleeping. Are you okay?”

His lips curled into a smile, something he felt had not happened for quite some time. “I feel fine. Maybe a little out of sorts. Where am I?”

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1. Joe Palentine
   1. Little brother Kain who is 9
   2. His father died in a mine cave in when he was 10 and he has helped his mother raise Kain
   3. Joined Akion Fleet when he graduated at 18 (Private First Class)
   4. Died at the Battle of “” 2 years later

                                                              i.      Body taken off to be used for the Balthazar Project

5. Description of his death with flashbacks.

                                                              i.      Flashback of he and his father and pregnant mother

                                                            ii.      Flashback of his mother telling him his father is dead

                                                          iii.      Flashback of his brother in tree house before he leaves for fleet

                                                          iv.      Flashback of the day he leaves for fleet

                                                            v.      Flashback of  basic training

                                                          vi.      Flashback of flying in on this battle

2. Kain Palentine
   1. After his brothers death he studies hard to obtain his life long dream of being a fighter pilot for Fleet (Captain)

                                                              i.      Graduates top of his class at 16

                                                            ii.      Seems to predict his opponents next move - Codename Prophet

2. During an operation an aircraft is disabled and the pilot (kain’s best friend) is left behind to die

                                                              i.      Kain unable to accept this goes back for him against direct orders not too.

1.      Kain faces court-martial and is removed from the military

3. Returns home after court-martial to find his mother ill on her deathbed
4. After her death he becomes a freight pilot/ Smuggler & Alcoholic
2. Brett/Johns
   1. Pvt. Johns
3. Keith
   1. Fleet Soldier Specials Forces Captain

                                                              i.      Special Forces Unit Led By Cabal

2. Trained for infiltration, search and rescue, extinguishing civil disobedience,
3. Travels back to home planet to diffuse a small resistance

                                                              i.      Desert planet

                                                            ii.      Mining colony of zerillium ore, one of the strongest and rarest elements in the universe

4. Resistance is subdued quickly but before returning to Akion, Cabal orders the destruction of the whole mining community, to serve as an example.

                                                              i.      Destruction is made to look like the revolutionaries are terrorists and murderers so that the public will not support them

                                                            ii.      All men are killed whether part of the resistance or not, town is decimated, school is burned, little sister is killed

5. Attacks cabal in a fit of rage Cabal beats him down and leaves him for dead on the face of the planet.
6. Freighter comes to pick up a load of zerillium, and find the place in shambles

                                                              i.      Keith walks up on them and asks for a ride

                                                            ii.      Two men on board say okay and decide to declare the zerillium a loss and sell it off themselves

                                                          iii.      Call upon Kain to pickup and smuggle zerillium across Akion space, (hyperspace docking) he takes Keith along to since he can no longer return to Akion, under accusations of desertion.

5. Kain & Keith
   1. Kain needs to make another pickup of special information for some friends of his
   2. They pick up Jamie a hacker and information smuggler from Akion to the rebels
   3. He cannot risk going back this time and has smuggled the information inside his own head (Johnny Mnemonic) except it is his brain and not a hard drive in his head
   4. Kain takes Keith, Jamie and the load of zerillium (z3) to the backwater community of Illia where they are to meet up with the rebel group Gravity. 
6. Johns Pt 2
7. Gravity
   1. They land in Illia to wait for the rendezvous until it is eventually noticed by Keith that they are being tailed, Jamie was found out and they are after him.
   2. Kain is forced to abandon his ship and load of z3 to escape Akion capture along with Keith and Jamie
   3. The group narrowly escapes and is picked up by Gravity and flown off in their mercenary ship.
   4. Secret information is extracted from Jamie and leads Gravity towards the science vessel Epsilon in the outer reaches of Akion Space
8. Johns and Peacekeepers
   1. Grotto/Centurion 7

                                                              i.      Created by X-Stacey

                                                            ii.      Physically injured in combat cybernetically enhanced becomes a guard on the planet. (Steal plate in forehead)

                                                          iii.      Despises his Akion life and saves Johns life in the hangar so that he may escape and go with them

2. As Johns, Tank, Archer and Grotto make their way through the Marines the hooded man returns from inside the ship and drops his cloak

                                                              i.      It is Cabal

3. Cabal Draws his sword

                                                              i.      Cleric Jumps from hangar control room window onto the hangar floor drawing his sword and clashing it with Cabal

1.      both are amazed to see that the other’s sword does not break

2.      both mono-filament blades have met, the only two in the know universe

                                                            ii.      Cleric continues to fight Cabal as he tells the others to escape

1.      he has no chance against Cabal but is willing to risk his life for his beliefs

4. Others escape to head to epsilon.
8. Epsilon
   1. Gravity reaches epsilon

                                                              i.      En route Gravity comes across a number of escape capsule’s

1.      They catch one and open it up a number of dead, what appear to be ship’s crewmen and scientists. All seem to have been poisoned.

                                                            ii.      Plans to use a distress beacon so that they can dock with the large, (extremely large) science vessel

                                                          iii.      Distress calls go unanswered, no communication from epsilon is received at all

                                                          iv.      Gravity proceeds to dock anyways

1.      enters ship carefully and well armed

2.      smart merc’s

                                                            v.      After docking Gravity finds the ship in shambles

1.      bent and broken walls,

2.      doors ripped apart

3.      beams bent

4.      lights and electrical sparks shooting off

5.      dead bodies

6.      writing on the wall “Balthazar 9 lives”

                                                          vi.      They move towards the bridge

2. Balthazar 9

                                                              i.      Shadow crosses at the end of a corridor

                                                            ii.      Large beastlike biomechanical creature moves past

1.      spider/crab like legs,

2.      human torso

3.      half robotic face

4.      robotic right arm

                                                          iii.      Gravity continues moving through the ship carefully watching the creature

1.      they see the creature catch a scientist like man and rip him in half, (maybe a small wave of marines)

2.      he then turns after them and races down the corridor towards them, bending the I-beams above him as he moves

3.      everyone rushes towards the bridge

a.       bridge door is locked

b.      Jamie tries to hack door as Kain, Keith, Co-Captain, Captain, Merc1 and Merc2 fight off creature,

c.       Door is opened and everyone rushes in,

d.      Captain is grabbed by the creature and killed before he can make the door

e.       As Kain is running for the door he stops and turns around

                                                                                                                                      i.      Everyone else screams at him to run

                                                                                                                                    ii.      As the door closes and the creature steps right up to Kain the only sound heard is Kain saying “Joe?”

10. Peace Keepers or Cleric story
11. Kain and Balthazar
    1. Kain says “Joe?” And Balthazar shuts down
    2. Balthazar wakes and Kain is standing in front of him staring at him
    3. Balthazar says “K-k-kain?”

                                                              i.      Grabs his head in pain and screams

                                                            ii.      More here

12. Xavier Stacy
    1. His account of what happened on Epsilon

                                                              i.      Worked on the Balthazar project

                                                            ii.      In the lab when everything happened

                                                          iii.      B7 in stasis for lab tests and reprogramming

1.      While I was running some tests he woke up, which should be impossible

2.      Broke through the glass and pulled himself over to the B9 body

                                                          iv.      I hit emergency alarm, ran into next room and secured the lab

                                                            v.      He hooked himself up to the B9 body, he shouldn’t be able to do that, he’s basically brain dead except for his external programming.

                                                          vi.      He wouldn’t know the procedure for hooking himself up to that machinery unless it was in his programming and I know I didn’t upload that information

                                                        vii.      He then beat his way through the doors, marines showed up surrounding the labs and I was escorted away

                                                      viii.      When he broke through those doors all I heard was gunfire and screams and then he went on a rampage.

                                                          ix.      Waves and waves of marines tried to take him out and nothing effected him

                                                            x.      Many escaped in the pods but I was unable to make it to any in time.

                                                          xi.      The Captain put in the self destruct code and abandoned ship, but I saw him crushed before he made it.

                                                        xii.      I figured I was as good as dead so I ran up here to await the inevitable, but then the countdown quit

                                                      xiii.      I still heard the screams of many in the rest of the ship and the sounds of him getting closer

                                                      xiv.      I locked up the bridge and hid myself in here searching through the computer hoping for some way to figure out how to shut him down,

                                                        xv.      When the door opened I jumped in there thinking you where the creature.

                                                      xvi.      (Co-captain “we have to get this door back open”)

                                                    xvii.      Jumps out from hiding “No you don’t”

13. Peace Keepers Reach Epsilon
14. Melkior
15. Virus
16. Caspar
17. World Killer
18. Guardian/Angel?

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