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(I'm confussed. what's gross? Rain 'wetting' the bed?)

Daia stood outside the door to room and watched the two guards Dusana had posted there. They didn't speak to her.

When Ryouki appeared she nodded and headed down the hallway.

(((I wasn't gonna say anything...but, YEAH that was nasty...)))

Ryouki didn't nod, didn't speak, didn't do anything but walk into the room past everyone ignoring them completely. Honestly though, he wanted to punch someone hard in the face after this whole mess. First, that strange woman and her group had terrorized this poor girl...now the weird bob-haired emotionless one had as well. If this kept up, he'd either go crazy or murder someone....or both.

Closing the door, he glanced over his shoulder at Rain where she was on the floor....then just froze, eyes widening and almost dropping the supplies in his hands.

'What in all the HELLS?!' he took a step closer, staring at the compac in the girl's hands. He of course knew that look and pose more than anyone; it was the one people took on when they came down with desperation disease. Ryouki was familiar with it all right, having watched a girl with the same amber colored eyes as him stare like that for almost a year. What didn't make sense was, how did this happen? People just didn't get struck like that while on a ship....did they?

He went over to the bed and started on his work, but his eyes never left Rain. Something wasn't right, and he was sure that creepy girl Daia knew what it was. Nothing but trouble had followed her here, that was for certain.

'Well, I know what happened to that glass of water...' he added angrily to himself, bending down to pick up the girl and set her on the bed. He then picked up the old stuff and walked out to go shove it either down the laundry shoot or in Daia's mouth, which ever he found first. Last time he checked, lieutenents didn't do trivial things like this!

((I love to double-post! xd ))

"Clearance requested for landing at Warusawa airbase," the communications officer spoke into the mouthpiece. Several seconds later, a voice resonded. "Clearance granted," it spoke. "Landing permitted."

In her chair, Dusana made a quiet sigh of relief. They had finally made it to their destination. Soon enough, they would have landed and would be on their way to Joy Division to deliver their "cargo" and the money-boy that came along in a package deal. "Call Special Missions Lieutenent Daia to the bridge," she asked of the comms officer.

The officer made the call. "Lieutenent Daia requested to come to bridge," he spoke into the mouthpiece.

When the Bolero landed on the runway and parked, Daia entered the bridge. Dusana got off of the chair and met her. "We've landed," she said. "Time to deliver the girl." They both walked out and headed to Rain's room.

((=Continuing from Warusawa's last post on Page 38=))

The ramp of the Bolero closed and locked now that everyone was inside. The young woman, Dusana, made her way to the Bridge with Ivan following along. Rain, too, was behind Ivan, still pumped with the excitement and anticipation of finally being able to prove herself to Ivan and showed how both their hardwork would pay off.

In the bridge, Dusana and the crew of the Bolero went over the pre-take off procedures. Everything was in check and they were ready.

"Ready for take off!" one of the crew members called.

"Alright," Dusana responded. "Let's go!"

The engines revved up and within five minutes, the UF ship Bolero was up and in the air.

"Anything on the radar yet?" Dusana asked?

"No," the radar overseer responded. "We believe they have a device that hides their location, but we've gotten sightings of a unknown and unmarked ship to the east. We have reason to believe it is the renagades."

"Alright, set course to cut them off. Go as fast as this ship can, we don't want to loose them!"

Behind the captain's chair upon which Dusana sat, Rain stood beside Ivan. "This is it," he spoke. "Soon you'll be able to show everyone what you're made of." He looked down at her and put his hand on her head, smiling. Rain beamed right back up at him. "I can't wait!" she said.

Another half an hour passed. Rain was looking out the windows and the landscape below, completely amazed by it all. Who knew such breathtaking things were out there in the world beyond the Foundation? She sure didn't know.

Ivan was beginning to grow impatient. "Dusana," he said, leaving off her rank title. "How much longer do we have to wait?"

"Be patient," she replied calmly, even though she felt like kicking him somewhere. He had been nagging her for ten minutes straight. "We're completely guessing on where we're going to find them, so this will take awhile."

Just as soon as she spoke, one of the scouts placed somewhere on the ship spoke over the intercomm. "I have visuals of the renagade ship! Repeat, I have visuals! It looks just like the UF command-posts described it."

Soon an image popped on a screen of a black and red ship flying dead ahead of them. "They're pretty far ahead, so it will take awhile until we head them off."

Ivan smirked. It was finally time. "There's no need to face them ship to ship. Rain," he said. "Get into the Eden. Your time has finally come."

Rain looked at him and nodded, the left the bridge to be led by a crew member to the hangar. Once there, she jogged towards Eden. "Finally!" she rejoiced. "It's finally time!" She climbed up the side of the LFO and jumped into the cockpit. As she moved Eden forward and swerved in a turn, causing that high-pitched screech, the door of the ship opened up. Wind was created and rushed out of the cargohold, due to the severe difference in air pressure in the ship and the pressure outside.

Ready on the catapault, Rain and Eden were rushed forward and out into the air. As the ramp/door closed behind them, Eden transformed into its humanoid form. The wing/flaps on its back opened up and in a blast of trapars, the LFO shot forward through the sky, aimed at the black dot in the distance that was the Ragnarok.

"Are you ready, Rain?" Ivan's hand was placed on her shoulder lovingly, like a father would a daughter. He looked down at her with a smile, waiting for her answer.

Rain looked up at him with that same excitement she had when she first went on that mission, but with something more, this time. "Yes, Ivan!" she said with joy. "I'm going to thrash that girl this time, and I'll make sure that other one won't get in my way."

"Ahem," another voice spoke. "Leave that to me. You remember to just stick to the LFOs you are appointed to."

Rain looked back at Dusana with a pouty face, but Ivan griped her shoulder firmly. "Oh, fine," she whined. Ivan gave her a gentle nudge up the ramp and Rain entered into the belly of the Bolero.

Dusana watched her go up, then said, "What are you going to do if she fails again?"

"I have faith that she won't fail," he said. "And if needed, I'll give her a 'gentle' nudge. She can't disobey me."

"What?" Dusana turned to look at him. "Is she like that Anemone girl, completely devoted to Colonel Dewey?"

Ivan chuckled a bit. "Something like that." He then began to walk up the ramp and into the ship as Dusana gave a command. "Alright!" she said. "Everyone load up, we're out of here in ten minutes!"

About ten minutes later, all of the crew and people coming along for the ride were on the Bolero. The signal was given and off from the landing pad the ship went.

The crew on the bridge exchanged words and decided on a trejectory, guessing on what location the Ragnarok was at at the moment and where it would be when they met up with it. Dusana oversaw everything from "her" chair and the captain of the ship stood at her side. After the months of Dusana occupying the ship, the whole crew (captain included) had learned to get used to her. She wasn't that bad of a person, actually, just as strict as a fascist leader.

In a separate room, Ivan prepared Rain for battle. He gave her a motivational speech, worked her up, all of that good stuff. "You're going to do great," he said. Rain looked up at him with stern eyes, nodding her head.

And onward the Bolero went, towards a very heavy and decisive battle.