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The Earthchild

 

(An Iczer/Ranma/Sailor Moon Crossover)

 

Written by

Jim Robert Bader

 

Proofread by

Shiva Barnwell

 

(Inspired by the works of Rumiko Takahashi,

Naoko Takeuchi, Toshihiro Hirano, & Hitoshi Okuda,

with ideas and suggestions by TH Tiger and Johannes Huber)

 

 

 

 

 

“Incredible...simply incredible,” said World News Editor James Perry White II as he studied the video feed being transmitted from the field, “Mister Kent is going to flip his lid when he sees these transmissions! Just think, an alien invasion caught live as it happens! The public will be up in arms demanding to know what our government is going to be doing about this, and that means more public spending for space research will finally get approved by those Luddites in congress! This could be the start of a whole new era for humanity...”

 

“Or the end, don't you think?” asked Assistant Editor Catherine Grant, “So far the reports coming in from all over the world sound pretty awful...thousands of people are dead, entire cities are either burning or have been decimated. The world's Superhero population has been taxed to the brink and God knows if any of them were lost during all the fighting.”

 

“Yes, well, so far New Deli and Beijing appear to have taken the worst of it, but those areas where SHIELD has been able to make an impact managed to minimize casualties...who knows...we may even be grateful to Stormwatch for a change, though for my money it was the JLA who really pulled their weight here...”

 

“JLW,” Cat Grant corrected, “They changed their name when they went International...”

 

“Yeah, but there's no substitution for the classics,” Perry was not about to let his good mood be spoiled by such trifling details, “This is gonna be a great story! The public is really going to eat this one up...”

 

“That is if anyone were to be allowed to view it.”

 

“Huh?” Perry and Cat turned around to see a pair of dark-suited men (wearing sunglasses indoors or all things?) holding up what looked like a pair of pens in their hands with the black-skinned one of the pair saying, “Watch the birdie!”

 

And then there was a massive flash of light, and the people in the room froze up with mutually stupefied expressions.

 

“Now hear this, ladies and gentleman,” the lead of the pair of dark-suited men remarked, “What you have just experienced is not an alien invasion, it was simply a worldwide natural phenomenon that the earth's hero population was able to contain through standard procedures and para-rescue operations. You did not film aliens coming to invade this planet...what you saw was this,” and he held up a data-disk, which he then proceeded to swap out for the data disks in the recorders of the News Film Room.

 

“You will air this broadcast at your regular timeslot, and that will be the end of the matter,” the dark suited man remarked before turning away and saying, “Let's go, Slick, we have other people to visit, and not much time before they air the primetime footage.”

 

“Are you sure this is such a good idea?” his dark-skinned companion asked, “A cover up as big as this...”

 

“Nothing that we haven't had to do at least two dozen times already,” his senior partner said with his typical matter-of-fact aloofness, “We go through this at least once every couple of years, or twice when it's the crossover season. Standard policy from above...the public can't be allowed to know that the earth is being invaded on a semi-regular basis or else civilization as we know it would come grinding to a halt overnight.”

 

“Are you really sure about that?” his junior partner wondered, “Wouldn't it be better to let them have some idea what's going on out there so that they might at least have a chance of doing something about it?”

 

“Such as?” his partner asked as they stepped into the elevator together, then spoke the command words, “Daily Bugle, New York.”

 

“I don't know,” his partner said with customary frustration, “But letting them believe that stories about alien abductions and invasions are just the products of wild imagination...”

 

“You know the standard drill,” his senior partner informed him, “If ordinary people knew that the stories about aliens were true they'd feel overwhelming helplessness and paranoia because they'd correctly know that there was absolutely nothing that anyone could do about it. They know the stories about Kryptonians and Martians but they don't take them all that seriously because those cultures are long dead and buried, so by definition they can't prove a threat to us directly, except through their sole remaining representatives, who are recognized as internationally well known superheroes. Anything beyond that is expecting too much of human nature...”

 

“Why?” Agent Jay asked as they stepped out of the elevator and into the corridors of the Daily Bugle, hundreds of miles away from the Daily Planet, “Because there'd be rioting in the streets or something?”

 

“Worse than that, Slick,” Agent Kay assured him, “They'd start lobbying their congressmen to do something about it, and you know what a can of worms that would open up. No, better to leave space to the professionals who are trained to deal with aliens and extra-dimensional types, groups like SHADO and SPECTRUM, out of sight of the general public. Our job is simply to keep the lid on the problem and to clean up their messes when it gets too out of hand. That way our alien buddies don't start getting nervous about humanity trying to muscle in on their franchise and earth maintains is neutrality pact that allows us to exist in relative freedom, unaffected by the Great Powers that rule this arm of the Galactic Nexus.”

 

Jay was about to say something about this when a familiar voice was heard to scream out, “I DON'T EVEN WANT TO HEAR THE WORD ALIEN SPOKEN IN MY PRESENCE! THIS IS ANOTHER PLOT TO DISCREDIT ME COOKED UP BY SPIDER-MAN AND I KNOW THAT HE'S THE ONE BEHIND IT...!”

 

“Ah,” Kay smiled, “Agent Triple-J on the job as usual, spinning out misinformation to mislead his own people off the trail of the truth. I tell you, Slick, it's guys like him who make our job a whole lot easier...”

 

“I still don't buy into this deal that it's a good thing to keep people so ignorant...” Jay persisted.

 

“You remember the Kennedy Assassination of a few decades back, Slick?” Kay countered.

 

“What, you mean you had a part in that? But that was, like, fifty years ago...”

 

“We didn't have anything to do with the assassination, Slick,” Kay informed him, “It was plotted and carried out by a home-grown domestic operation, some right-wing paramilitary nuts working with the CIA and the NSA, but we got involved when the conspiracy started to unravel and risked exposing many of our operations, like at Roswell. Didn't take much effort to clamp down on the investigations there...just a few words in the right ears and all the major news stories were about how only a lone nut was involved in the killings. We then systematically tracked down and eliminated most of the real assassins, except for a few high-profile jobs who wound up discrediting themselves, so we let them serve as patsies for the guys who keep an eye out for conspiracies in the underground movements...”

 

“You mean like what they did to Oswald?”

 

“Yep. Poetic justice, don't you think? Only then along comes that Oliver Stone movie, dredging up a hornet's nest of unwanted publicity, and we had to do a real major PR spin doctoring to put that brush fire out. If we hadn't then the public would have become aware that conspiracies really do exist and that their lives are being manipulated by dark and mysterious forces beyond their understanding...”

 

“But they think like that anyway!”

 

“Wrong! They only think they know about conspiracies, but most just dismiss them out of hand because there's no hard evidence that would force them to confront their reality. Better by far to pretend that everything in life is random, that a few nuts go loose and terrify school buildings and fast-food chains. If they knew that at least some of these incidents are alien-related...well...you don't need much imagination to figure out what that could lead to. Just the wave of anti-mutant hysteria of a few decades back should show you what a bunch of fear-crazed mundanes can do to stir up trouble with an easily panicked Vox Populi. Imagine if they really did know that the US government entered into a worldwide conspiracy to keep a pact with the alien governments that we deal with on a regular basis...and that could lead to serious trouble that all the spin-doctoring in the world couldn't handle.”

 

“I think I see what you're saying,” Jay admitted, “Most people sleep better at night not knowing the sort of shit we have to cope with, right?”

 

“That's it in a nutshell,” Kay shrugged his shoulders, “After all, how would Mister and Misses Joe Average feel about knowing that the neighbor next door really does come from another planet, or that we have multiple cases of alien convicts doing hard time on planet Earth through our Witness Protection Program, or that we have numerous cases of alien undercover detectives passing themselves off as humans running criminal investigations in various major cities throughout the planet? No, there are just some things most people are better off not knowing...and most politicians, for that matter. It's like the Kishin Corps back during the Great War, when Japan and America set aside their differences to battle an alien menace that the vast majority of people never even heard about, and they did it using giant robots.”

 

“No shit?” Jay replied, “That really must have been something...”

 

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON'T BELIEVE ME? HAVEN'T YOU PEOPLE BEEN LISTENING TO A DAMNED THING THAT I'VE BEEN SAYING? JUST WHOSE PAPER DO YOU THINK THIS IS ANYHOW? I REPORT THE STORIES THE WAY I WANT TO READ THEM...”

 

“C'mon, Slick,” Kay moved forward again, “Time to do our job before Jonah loses his audience. The old guy doesn't have the stamina of thirty years ago, you know...”

 

“Tell me about it,” Jay grumbled, “And besides...Spidey's always been my hero...”

 

“Why am I not surprised?” Kay asked as he reached for his neuralizer...

 

 

 

 

“I don't get it, Sis,” Troi spoke up, “That timefield bubble just collapsed like it was nothing! Everything reads normal now...if maybe things are speeding up a bit to catch up with the rest of normal space...”

 

“It seems that we were panicked over nothing,” Iczer One remarked, “Somehow the crisis has been averted without need of our intervention...perhaps our sister is to be credited for this?”

 

“You think Two did this?” Troi asked, “Well...I suppose it's possible...”

 

“So, everything's all right?” Sakura asked.

 

“Seems so, Honey-pie,” Troi replied, “The city's intact and our defensive shielding is back up and running at full power. Good thing, too...whatever that White Light thing was, it seems to have totally wiped out every Venomoid spore and host on the planet.”

 

“And quite a few reports are coming in that the Hosts themselves were cured of their Venomoid presence,” Nagisa remarked, “Astonishing...I didn't even think that was possible...”

 

“That makes two of us,” Iczer One replied before addressing herself to Gamora itself, “Protector One to Base, do you read me?”

 

“Protector?” Sepia's voice came through loud and clear, “What's been happening out there? We've got chronal discrepancies all over the city...”

 

“We're still sorting things out on our end,” Iczer One replied, “Is Cobalt with you?”

 

“Here, Protector,” came the voice that sounded so much like Iczer Two that it was difficult sometimes to tell them apart by inflection, “Iczelion Corps Home Defenders have nothing to report...no sign of enemy penetration at all, nor any activity that might have occurred while we were suffering temporal dilation. Any thoughts on that which you might wish to share with us?”

 

“I wish I could,” Iczer One replied, “But we're as much in the dark as...”

 

“Ichan!” Nagisa spoke up, “We're being hailed by Sir Violet...somebody on the Worldship wants to speak with us directly.”

 

“Someone...?” Iczer One directed her thoughts to the incoming channel, “Go ahead, Mother of us All.”

 

“Protector,” Sir Violet appeared within her mind with a vividness that made it seem almost as if they were standing in the same room together, “I'd like to introduce you to some new friends of our acquaintance, ones who are very much eager to speak with you directly.”

 

Iczer One directed her consciousness to taking in the sight of several oddly dressed women standing regally to one side of the stately Violet, chief of whom was a radiant vision of loveliness who stood in a regal ballroom gown that was all of white, a crown upon her head framed by a pair of long blonde ponytails that dangled to the floor in the style of twin odangos, and---most astonishingly---a pair of ivory feathered Angel-wings adorning her back, adding to her unearthly appearance, even as a pair of clear blue eyes regarded her with a mingling of mischief and intense interest. There was something about this beauty that stirred the subconscious with a sense of the divine about her, and without even needed to be prompting she could perceive that this lady manifested a strangely noble power that was not to be taken too lightly.

 

“How do you do, Protector?” the woman addressed her without preamble, “I am called Neo-Queen Serenity of the Moon Kingdom, and I am very much interested in getting to know more about you and the C'thuwulf people you lead. May I respectfully request a direct one-on-one meeting here upon your Worldship.”

 

“Ah...certainly...Neo-Queen Serenity...?” Iczer One began, hearing a faint echo in her mind from Nagisa's thoughts saying, **Moon Kingdom?**

 

Then Sakura gasped with recognition and said, “Aunt Usagi?”

 

“Hello?” the Queen replied, seeming to peer around the edges of Iczer One's holographically projected image, “Is that you, Sakura-chan? I didn't know you were out there...”

 

“Hah?” Troi blinked in surprise.

 

“Ah...well...it's kind of a long story, Auntie...” Sakura hesitated.

 

“Yes, I've been hearing a lot of that going around,” Neo-Queen Serenity remarked in good humor, “Rini has been mentioning that you and your friends have gotten yourselves involved with these C'thuwulf to a rather...interesting extent...which reminds me...do you have, by chance, any idea where a warrior named Shiina Nami might be located?”

 

“Nami?” Iczer One almost groaned, “What has she been doing now...?”

 

“That is what I would like to know and hope to find out,” Serenity replied, “I do believe that she has become a rather close...friend of my daughter. Do convey to her my express wish that we have an interview at her earliest convenience?”

 

“She's dead,” Troi murmured, “Nami...we knew you well...”

 

“Sounds like somebody else I could mention?” another voice broke in on their communication.

 

“Huh?” Troi blinked again, then said, “Who's that breaking in on a secure channel?”

 

“After all these years you've forgotten all about me, I'm hurt,” came a gently mocking male voice over the wires, “Not that I mean to be rude about it and all, but I've been directed by my commander that we would also like to request an audience with her Majesty to learn more about how she just performed that miraculous feat of saving our planet.”

 

“Yajin!” Troi cried out with delight, “You old dog, what are you doing out here?”

 

“Flying Wing with your reputed allies, of course,” Yajin said with pleasantly roguish humor, “After all, our Hawks and Eagles helped run distraction for you when the enemy was looking to make a rude impact on the Worldship, so naturally my superiors are concerned about being excluded from negotiations with whatever sort of power it was that could wipe an entire invasion force off the face of the planet.”

 

“Yajin?” Sakura repeated, placing the name from something Troi had told her before concerning a past male relationship predating her knowing Troi by well over a decade.

 

“Be assured, Major Yajin, that we had no intention of excluding you from anything,” Iczer One spoke up.

 

“I know that, One, but you'll have to forgive our so-called leaders for being a bit paranoid...after all, they're only human.”

 

“And so are we...if you can overlook appearances,” Neo-Queen Serenity smiled in warm acknowledgement, “And we will, of course, be more than willing to include any representatives of your organizations which may be concerned about our presence...”

 

Iczer One suddenly became aware that Sub-Commander Sepia was attempting to contact her again and said, “One moment, your Majesty...yes, Commander?”

 

“Disturbing news, Protector!” Sepia reported, “A technician just discovered a body in a regeneration cubicle that is presently inactive...and...it's Sayoko!”

 

“Sayoko?” Nagisa reacted, “What about Sayoko?”

 

“That's just it,” Cobalt spoke up, “We don't know what to make of this. Her body is in perfect condition but it's being preserved in relative stasis...and no indications of Iczerio energy beyond the trace levels...”

 

“WHAT?” both Iczer One and Troi said together.

 

“Her Iczerio is gone?” Nagisa sounded no less shaken.

 

“We can't explain it...it's as if it's been stolen out of her,” Cobalt replied, “Like something came along and absorbed Sayoko's life essence...”

 

“Oh no...” Iczer One softly exclaimed, “You don't mean...where is Iczer Two, my sister?”

 

“She left on a mission with Iczer Beta before the crisis hit,” Sepia replied, “And we believe that she went to reconnoiter with Iczelion Warriors Nami, Kawai and Kiiro.”

 

“Oh no...no way!” Troi exclaimed, “She couldn't have...? Even Two isn't that ruthless...is she?”

 

“It appears that she has done the unthinkable, sister,” Iczer One cursed softly, “And I should have seen it coming! Our earlier conversations...the sense I had that she was preparing for the worst...like she was saying good-bye to us...”

 

“NO!” Troi reacted, “You don't mean she...?”

 

“Was planning a kamikaze attack against Big Gold?” Nagisa concluded for her, “That does sound about Two's speed...and I wonder who else that reminds me of?”

 

“Ah...we're not going into that right now, Nagisa-chan,” Iczer Two gently reminded, “And the issue here is Sayoko...”

 

“I know...poor Sayoko,” Nagisa at once sympathized for her closest friend, “Having the soul ripped right out from her breast in order that an Iczer might achieve full Synchronization...”

 

Iczer One just winced slightly as Troi said, “I don't believe it! You don't mean...she's not...she isn't...she ain't...?”

 

“It gets worse,” Cobalt informed them, “Subspace sensors are no longer picking up any signal emanating from crossover gate we detected.”

 

“You mean the gate's no longer there?” Iczer One asked tensely.

 

“I mean that whatever was beyond the gate itself is no longer there,” Cobalt explained, “The shadow world itself is gone...not even a trace remains beyond the point of threshold.”

 

“Then...that means...” Nagisa started to say.

 

“It's gone?” Sakura asked, “You mean...she...”

 

“Destroyed Big Gold and her simulated dimension with her,” Iczer One said grimly, “And she used the power of Sayoko's Iczerio to do it.”

 

There was stunned silence upon hearing this pronouncement, then Sakura asked, “You mean...she's...also gone? Your sister...?”

 

“It was the kind of an ending that I know she would have wanted,” Iczer One remarked, “My sister always felt like the sad legacy of the Gold Virus...she has never stopped feeling guilty about what she was before she joined our side and began fighting for what is right...”

 

“Two---you idiot!” Troi swore angrily, “How could you do this to us? To Sayoko? Aren't you always telling me that protecting a partner is an Iczer's highest duty???”

 

“Then she's really gone,” Nagisa seemed almost numb at the realization, “Sayoko...”

 

“Is very much alive within me.”

 

“What?” Troi reacted.

 

“Sister?” Iczer One spoke with a fervent note of wonder in her voice.

 

“I am sorry if I have distressed you with uncertainty,” came the familiar voice of the dour redhead as Iczer Two appeared in the air before the two hovering Iczer Robos, “But if you will follow me back to base, then I will explain it all to your satisfaction, my sisters.”

 

“You'd better have an explanation ready!” Troi hotly declared, though Sakura could feel relief and joy flooding her partner's very being, “And after all the times you've gone off on me and read me the riot act---!”

 

“I know, little sister,” Iczer Two smiled almost fondly, “And perhaps you would be right to chew me out for my reckless performance...but it paid off, and you can't argue against the success of this enterprise.”

 

“Then Big Gold is finally gone for good this time?” Iczer One asked.

 

“Gone completely, and her world with her,” Iczer Two replied, “We've managed to recapture the Kuno siblings and have brought Neos Gold home in chains as our prisoner. I regret to say that four minions of Gold are still alive and at large, but they are the only ones to escape...the rest of Gold's forces, it seems, have been utterly annihilated.”

 

“We know,” Iczer One replied, “Report to base and we'll debrief each other and compare notes...Oh, and I take it you will be returning Sayoko's Iczerio to her body?”

 

“But of course,” Iczer Two replied, “An Iczer is nothing without her partner, and I very much have intended all along to restore her when this was concluded...”

 

“That's nice to hear,” came the similar-sounding voice of Cobalt, “Because I'd also love to hear the explanation for this one.”

 

“And you shall have it, Mother,” Iczer Two promised, “But first...I have a promise to keep with Sayoko.”

 

With that she teleported back to Gamora base while Troi just glared and said, “If she thinks this is over, she's got another think coming...”

 

“Indeed, my sentiments exactly,” Iczer One related, then turned back to her other party line and said, “My apologies, your Majesty, some important business must be attended to before we can have that meeting.”

 

“It's just as well,” Sir Violet noted, “It will take some time to gather up the earth representatives that we will need for such a meeting, but I do take it that you and Nagisa will be on hand to conduct negotiations?”

 

“Try keeping us away,” Nagisa said confidently, “I, for one, look forward to meeting this lady.”

 

“And I most certainly look forward to meeting you both...and Nami, if she's available,” Neo-Queen Serenity further noted.

 

“I'll see to it that she and her friends are available,” Iczer One promised, “But for now...you will excuse me. I have to go back to Gamora base so that I can find and spank my younger sister.”

 

“Sounds like fun,” Troi smirked, “Can I watch?”

 

“Same old Troi,” mused the still-eavesdropping Yajin.

 

“Yajin, huh?” Sakura rumbled in an ominous way that conveyed itself to her partner.

 

“Huh?” Troi blinked, “Something the matter down there, Honey?”

 

“That all depends,” Sakura replied, adding softly, “I think I'd also like the chance to meet with this Yajin fellow and...get to know him.”

 

“Ah...” Troi was suddenly nervous, “What about?”

 

“That's what I'm hoping to find out...Sugar,” Sakura noted sweetly in tones that in no way reassured the Iczer and indeed did serve to make her to suddenly feel quite nervous...

 

 

 

 

General Edward Straker was not a man easy to impress or satisfy, so the news that his subordinate had just supplied him came as a welcome break from the usual routine of bad news that had been crossing his desk of late. He looked her in the eyes and with that piercing stare of his asked directly, “You are sure about these reports?”

 

“Positive, Sir,” Operational Commander Virginia Lake replied, “It's been confirmed by outside sources, as well as by the C'thuwulf themselves. The enemy known as Big Gold has been totally eradicated with only a few of her servants still among the living. Neos Gold herself has been taken prisoner to be tried by their command structure, who are best equipped for dealing with her anyway, while four lesser servants are still at large but are to be considered as less of a problem.”

 

“Excellent,” Straker nodded, “Then I should schedule a visit to New Gamora to personally speak with Iczer One and Nagisa upon the conclusion of their war. Please make the necessary arrangements.”

 

“Very good, Sir,” Virginia replied in suitably prim British propriety, “However...you might wish to hold off a bit until things become a bit more settled. I understand that the C'thuwulf are in communication with the Senshi ruler known as Neo Queen Serenity, with whom they appear to share a similar background.”

 

“You don't say?” Straker's eyes sharpened in their focus, “Tsukino Usagi has contacted them directly?”

 

“Evidently so,” Virginia replied, “Considering that she was the one who banished the Venomoid menace using that Moon Scepter that she inherited from her mother. The unfortunate thing is that this has come to the attention of SHIELD, and they may initiate their own investigation into the matter...”

 

“Which might lead to areas that we'd rather keep buried,” Straker nodded rather grimly, “I'm not faulting Usagi for her choices, and she certainly has every right initiating contact with the C'thuwulf, but showing off her powers the way she did will certainly alarm certain people in certain quarters...”

 

“Which might lead in turn to their asking exactly what the Senshi are and just how powerful they truly are...and what they represent about the secret history of the Sol System,” Virginia concluded for him, “Which is why I thought it best to bring it to your attention.”

 

“Hmmm...as much as I hate to admit it, we might have to bring the MIB in on this one,” Straker grimly avowed, “Better that than having certain agencies asking the wrong questions about Project Crystal Tokyo...”

 

“Indeed,” Virginia replied, “More than ordinary misdirection will be needed to deflect their interest from seeking to interfere with the future operations of the Senshi. Perhaps a cover story will have to be devised misleading them away from the truth of the matter...”

 

“That could only work if we use a liberal amount of the truth to lace it with convincing details that they'd be able to accept even at close examination,” Straker avowed, “But your plan is workable. Have some of our people get to work on it on the double.”

 

“That command has already been given to Lieutenant Honey Wincott and her team,” Virginia replied, “We should see results before too long. In the meantime, do advice our C'thuwulf allies and the Senshi that some appropriate level of discretion will need to be practiced in the future.”

 

“I'll seriously consider doing just that,” Straker said dryly as he studied his second-in-command, “Have Alec rendezvous with the Worldship and advise them to the possible implications. In the meantime continue supervising the clean-up operations. Those Venomoids may be gone, but there's no sense taking chances that they might have left some nasty surprises behind that weren't banished with a wave of a Moon Wand.”

 

“And if our people do encounter anything extraordinary?” Virginia asked.

 

“Have them contact the C'thuwulf but do not pursue matters on their own,” Straker stressed, “I'd rather people equipped for dealing with this level of technology be on hand, so assign two Iczelion agents to supervise operations.”

 

“Very good, Sir,” Virginia nodded, “And do have a pleasant flight back to Japan. Your personal shuttle will be ready for sub-orbital flight by the time you reach the airport.”

 

“The way traffic snarls up around Heathrow this time of year?” Straker gave a rare smile of wry humor, “That's practically a given.”

 

“By the way,” Virginia said as she watched her superior rise up from his desk and head towards the door to his office, “Have you any advice for Paul in opening these negotiations?”

 

“Tell him not to give away the planet,” Straker replied with dry, sardonic American wit, “We're still making payments after the last time.”

 

“Very true,” Virginia noted, being certain to log the recommendation into her note pad...

 

 

 

 

“It's not use,” Fiber revealed after a long, intense probing of the two cocoon-wrapped Kuno siblings presently being subjected to her diagnostic tendrils, “Whatever process Big Gold used to remake their bodies has had a more-or-less permanent effect in warping their genetic structure. Even using Perm-san's bio-patterns for a template here I cannot fully separate the modifications made to their baseline DNA without risking tearing them apart. Their nervous systems are fully integrated into their Biochemical Bionics, and if these modifications were removed directly it would risk killing the patient.”

 

“Can't you do anything to help them?” Perm asked in some distress.

 

“What I can do for them I have already begun,” Fiber replied, “I have purged Big Gold's programming from their systems, restored as much of their original personality matrixes as I could salvage and have modified their alterations so that they can at least pass for normal human beings without too close an examination. They will never again be as you remember them, and in some ways they will remain machines of war, inherently very dangerous to both themselves and those around them, but otherwise...”

 

“Are you sure you should restore their normal personalities?” Muku nervously asked.

 

“Yeah,” Yui agreed, “No offense to Perm-san here, but their original salves were major-league jerks and complete bakas. I'd rather you gave them better personalities if you can work it.”

 

“Unfortunately I cannot pick and choose what they will be like from hereon,” Fiber warned them, “In fact I am loath to do anything that would be completely against their intrinsic natures. There is a risk in directly opposing the will of the patient when it comes to making alterations of this nature, and if they actively fought against me they could damage themselves even further. Besides which...I fear I must relate this...these two voluntarily accepted their modifications with only a minimum of personality alteration. I think they actually welcome the changes on a certain level, and they would actively fight to oppose being forced to give them up, and that would further damage them both...”

 

“I see,” Cologne remarked, now returned to her normal appearance as a shrunken old hag perched atop her own staff, “Well then...I thank you for trying, and for rendering such assistance as you are able...”

 

“I only wish that I could do more for your great-great granddaughter and grandson,” Fiber replied, bowing respectfully as she added, “Respected Elder of the Joketsuzoku.”

 

“I can see that you leaned more from young Master Tenma than how to bow and scrape and bend,” Cologne replied, “There will be another day when a positive reckoning will be made on behalf of all those who were victims of Neos Gold and her evil, but that on that day you will have proven yourself a friend to both the Amazons and all people who look to the light for their guidance.”

 

“Indeed,” Iczer Two remarked, “And I should like to know more about what has caused such a miraculous transformation in both character and consciousness of you four...but then again, I suppose that I am hardly one to complain about sudden changes in allegiance.”

 

“And on that score,” said Iczer One, “I confess that I am dying to hear more about how you plotted and brought about the end of Big Gold's reign of terror, Sister.”

 

“Ah,” Iczer Two remarked as she turned to fully regard her two sisters, both older and younger, the latter of whom was glowering up a storm, “I was just about to get to that part, One. In point of fact, however, I thought it best to include our new allies in the lengthier part of this discussion, to which end I have taken the liberty of establishing a channel with the Worldship now that we are at liberty to sort out our loose ends.”

 

At that the holographic image of Sir Violet and the Senshi appeared in the open space of Sister Grey's laboratory complex, at which point Yui gulped, seeing her mother among numbered among these special guests in virtual attendance.

 

“Swell,” Troi growled, “The gang's all here, so why don't you cut to the chase and give us the low down about what you've been plotting on your own, Two, behind our backs.”

 

“Very well, Imoutochan,” Iczer Two made a point of stressing the latter word just to see her younger sister bristle slightly under the implied condescension, “My report is thus: some time ago, shortly after Big Gold began her latest onslaught, I determined that the threat she constituted was of such a grave and looming nature that extraordinary means would be required in order to bring her career to an end once and forever. The escalating nature of her recent attacks suggested that the earlier ones were merely probing forays to determine the strength of our defenses. It stood to reason that she would, over time, judge that she had done enough probing and would launch an attack of such a scale and nature that our defenses would be literally overwhelmed. Failing that, she was certain to keep on trying until she devised a scheme of sufficient wickedness that it would be the literal straw that broke the camels back of our unity. It is fortunate for us that she failed to take into account or to adequately rate the Earth's defenders, our human allies, who proved not so inconsequential as to be ignored in the final tally.”

 

“Right,” said Nagisa, “So you figured on doing a kamikaze strike to take her out once and for all by your lonesome...and for that you needed to achieve full Synchronization with Sayoko...so why did you have to kill her?"

 

“I only temporarily stopped her heart, Nagisa-chan,” Iczer Two corrected, “I preserved her body in a prepared regeneration chamber so that she could resume living once our mission was finally over. Yes, you are right to assume that this mission was sufficiently dangerous that there loomed a high probability that I would not be able to survive it, but there was an even greater probability that Sayoko herself would not have been able to withstand the level of combat that resulted when I finally did confront my evil step-mother. Her body, after all, is not as resilient as mine, so I knew that it had to be protected, and that meant leaving her shell behind while her soul journeyed within me.”

 

“You were deliberately attempting to duplicate the act by which I defeated Big Gold in the past,” Iczer One said in a level voice, “You as much as warned me that you were going to do it, but I failed to properly listen.”

 

“You are not to blame for that, Sister,” Iczer Two replied, “But there is a basic flaw in your analogy. What you did more than twenty years in the past was use Nagisa's Iczerio to achieve full Synchronization, at which point you confronted and defeated Big Gold and destroyed her physical host, then the machine intelligence infesting the Worldship. You absorbed her powers into yourself and gained near godly levels of energy, which then you used to recreate the very timeline itself. You did it for us, for all of us, to insure that we would live again, all those of us who were victims of Gold's rampage...but you did make one critical error in accomplishing a reality in which Big Gold never took the Worldship over nor conquered the Earth...”

 

“Because Big Gold still existed,” Nagisa realized, “You didn't void what happened on your people's homeworld, Ichan, because that would voided your own reality.”

 

“Yes,” Iczer One sighed, “I couldn't go back far enough to prevent the discovery of the Gold virus. There were limits on my abilities, and voiding the discovery of the ancient Venomoid creation would have been too much of an alteration to the timeline. I only banished her from this reality so that she never merged with Sir Violet or corrupted our people.”

 

“And so she still existed, but no longer was she a part of this reality,” Sir Violet herself duly noted, “In effect you banished her to a state of Limbo beyond even the realm of Subspace...”

 

“Exactly so, Mother of us All,” Iczer Two replied, “Yet Gold was so powerful an entity, so devoted to her purpose for creation, which was nothing less than to destroy the C'thuwulf and everything for which we stood, so she could not perish as she had when you battled her. Some part of her survived to create Neos Gold, who then carried the virus to the stars and wrecked havoc on other worlds. Neos in turn spawned other horrors like herself, such as the Gray Twins, by finding potential allies among the stars and converting them into her dutiful minions.”

 

“Which is why we were created,” Fiber spoke up, “Neos found each of us at a point when we were desperate enough to merge with an alien monster like her in order to gain revenge against those whom we rightly or wrongly believed had wronged us...”

 

“We sacrificed our humanity,” Insect noted.

 

“What we had of it anyway,” Bigro conceded.

 

“She turned out weaknesses into strength and our strength into an extension of her own hatred,” Golem concluded, “And as her minions we passed along that hate through a rampage of destruction aimed at carving out a power among the stars upon which Neos-sama could build a new empire.”

 

“So Big Gold may have died but a part of her lived on in you, huh?” Troi mused, “Makes sense, I guess. But what happened when I took Neos out? How did Gold recreate you guys after you all got destroyed in battle?”

 

“We may have perished upon this world, Mother,” Atros replied, “But enough of our raw essence remained that Gold could draw us into her own world and recreate us as her new minions.”

 

“That is precisely what happened to the others who were part and parcel of her campaign of destruction,” Iczer Two remarked. I had some hint that Gold might still exist when Neos had effected my own recreation. I always wondered how it was that she could revive me from death when---according to the logic of this world never having been invaded by Gold---I should not by right even exist. Only by tapping into the shadow-world that had to still exist on a different level of reality could my remains have been uncovered...and if I still existed in that other realm, then logically the world that the Venomoids had invaded must exist also...and it was being maintained by no less than the Gold entity, who had survived in that pocket dimension by the force of her own will to self-existence.”

 

“Then this realm where Gold lived is the one where you actually originated,” Neo Queen Serenity observed politely.

 

“It was the world as it might exist if fate had never been altered and Big Gold were allowed to rule over humanity triumphant,” Iczer Two explained, “Think of it as a world without Iczers, the mirror opposite of this one, only its existence was tenuously held together by Gold herself, who effectively became the nexus of her own recreation. Our reality...the one created by my sister...is the overlay that existed on top of that corrupt foundation, and given that it was only a matter of time before Gold would find a way to cross over between the dimensional boundaries in search of her vengeance.”

 

“So, in effect I am to blame for all that has happened?” Iczer One asked softly.

 

“Not at all, Sister,” Iczer Two shook her head, “You recreated this reality in order to spare us the horrors of the world that Gold created, and you not to blame that we all forgot to explore the question of whether or not that world had been banished forever. The point is that I knew at once that on this realm Gold had the resources of the entire planet upon which to draw for valuable resources, and over time she had tightened her hold over this shadow-reality to rule as an absolute dictator of near-Godlike stature. With an entire world at her disposal her resources were virtually limitless, so there was no way that we could win a war of attrition against her. There was, however, a way of turning the bubble-nature of her reality against her, but to do that we would need to send someone who was physically compatible with the world, someone who belonged to it on a quantum level and could resonate with its dimensional structure just long enough to eliminate the Gold Virus.”

 

“Sort of like a Trojan Horse thing, right?” Ken asked.

 

“Precisely,” Iczer Two remarked, “I was the logical candidate, being Big Gold's creation, and I knew what could be expected from her. I staged my attack as a means of distracting her into thinking that I would be attempting to destroy her directly, exactly in the manner that One used in the past. It had been twenty years since that strategy was hatched, however, so it was logical to deduce that she would have prepared formidable defenses to make a direct confrontation a far less certain outcome. That was why I planned to have the real attack come from a different angle, by using my Iczer Robo as the delivery system for a concentrated and improved version of the Anti-Gold virus.”

 

“Which you had me prepare in advance before your attack,” Sister Grey duly noted.

 

“I see what you're getting at,” Troi said with dawning realization, “You sacrificed your own Iczer Robo, knowing perfectly well that Gold would try to grab it, thinking you had Sayoko with you...”

 

“And instead the hastened her own demise by absorbing the anti-virus directly into her own relay systems,” Iczer One concluded rather somberly, “Logical and ruthless, as was your sacrifice of Sayoko to make this happen.”

 

“It was necessary,” Iczer Two replied, “But---thankfully---easily reversible. I retain the Iczerio energies of both Sayoko and Iczer Beta within my central matrix. Both can be revived now that the threat is ended, and thanks to the anti-virus working systemically, Big Gold cannot reconstitute herself as her central matrix has been totally disrupted.”

 

“How sad that it had to come to this,” Nagisa sighed, “I know that she was evil down to the very core of her logic basis, but she represented so much that was lost from your homeworld...”

 

“We don't need the part that Gold embodied to recreate what was lost,” Sir Violet averred, “Earth is now our new homeworld, and we have built a stronger civilization based on the ties which we now share with the human civilization.”

 

“So...this Big Gold creep is gone for good?” Ranma asked, speaking up after a long time of silently absorbing these new revelations.

 

“Utterly and irrevocably,” Iczer Two replied, “By the resonant formula of Sympathy and Contagion, the anti-virus spread throughout the shadow world and disrupted her matrix. Understand, as a virus her primary function was to preserve and perpetuate her own existence. She was the creation of a race our people fought and destroyed many countless ages ago, a part of their evil that refused to die, who embodied the hate of their race and only existed to insure the Venomoid species would live again by preying upon the genetic material of new hosts, be they C'thuwulf or Human. Once I understood that they were, in essence---an organic virus with an extremely complex genetic composition, it was simple enough to craft the anti-virus by attacking their genetic make-up at certain key factors typical of their own species but not found among humans.”

 

“And then I finished the task by using my Moon Scepter to eradicate what was left upon the surface of the Earth,” Serenity deduced.

 

“For which we are all eternally grateful,” Iczer Two replied, turning away as she headed towards a particular regeneration chamber, “But now that we have concluded that business, it's time that I keep my promise to Sayoko. I know that I risked everything in borrowing her essence to fortify my own chances of survival, but I also knew that with her inside me I had an even stronger reason to live and be triumphant.”

 

“Because an Iczer's highest law is to defend and protect her partner,” Iczer One deduced, “And you knew that the only way to protect Sayoko was to defeat Big Gold and come back alive.”

 

“For which I would give all that I have to make certain,” Iczer Two replied as she caressed her hands against the surface of the regeneration pod, then paused as she seemed to sway on her feet a moment before glowing softly from within. A moment later a ghostly image flowed from her into the body inside the tube, at which point various systems became activated all about the chamber, the pod itself becoming more energetic.

 

And then Sayoko's eyes fluttered open and for a moment she seemed to look around in some confusion, only to see Iczer Two smiling in relief up at her and saying softly, “My love...you live again.”

 

“I...do...?” Sayoko asked, then the bio-amniotic fluid drained away from the pod as the lid hissed open pneumatically. Iczer Two stepped back as Sayoko began to sit up, then attempted to stand on her own feet, only to find her partner there lending an arm to support her.

 

“Are you well, Sayoko-san?” Iczer One asked.

 

“Ah...sort of...” Sayoko blinked then said, “Was I dead just a minute ago?”

 

“Well...sort of,” Nagisa replied, “But you got better.”

 

Another pause, then Sayoko glanced up at her partner, “You killed me?”

 

“I'm sorry about that, my love,” Iczer Two replied, “It was necessary, but I promise I won't ever do that to you again.”

 

“You killed me,” Sayoko shook her head as she started to stand more on her own feet, “I don't believe it. You took my soul and went to fight Big Gold...and you didn't even ask first?”

 

“Ah...well...” Iczer Two wilted slightly.

 

“You remember what happened, Sayoko-chan?” Troi asked.

 

“Pretty much,” Sayoko turned back to her partner, “It was like watching everything happen in a movie...only I was a part of it all. Weird...”

 

“We were in full Synchronization, my Love,” Iczer Two explained, “We were---in effect---one being...”

 

“Hey, I can figure out why you did what you did and what we accomplished together,” Sayoko responded, “But would it have hurt you to explain it to me first before you went ahead and did that?”

 

“I...I'm sorry,” Iczer Two replied, “I knew you would agree with my decision, but I did not want to burden you with having to make such a decision for yourself. I wanted to come back to you in triumph, and I knew I would fight harder knowing that the life of our child depended on having both parents to raise her. You understand and believe me, don't you Sayoko-chan?”

 

“Oh, I understand all right,” Sayoko said as she moved away from her partner, “And I believe you, and you know I would have said yes if you asked...IF YOU HAD ASKED!” she turned and said, “Excuse me...Sakura-chan? Mind if I borrow this from you for a minute?”

 

“Huh?” Sakura asked as the naked older woman took her baker's peel from her back, then turned to confront her suddenly nervous partner.

 

“Now then,” Sayoko raised the baker's peel high and advanced upon Iczer Two, “About taking something without asking me first---!”

 

“Yipes!” Iczer Two gave a yelp, turned around and started running as a wrathful Sayoko gave chase with her borrowed weapon.

 

“Ah...true love,” Ukyo smiled as she took her husband by the arm, “Sorta brings back memories of when we were younger, eh, Ranchan?”

 

“Oh yeah,” Ranma chucked, “Painful memories, but lots of fun ones to go with it...”

 

“Grown ups,” Tenma growled.

 

“Yeah, tell me about it,” her purple-haired twin agreed.

 

Sakura gave the two boys a worried look and said, “Uh...just for the record...?”

 

“Say hello to your new Cousin, Chima,” Ukyo smiled, “He's going to be staying with us for a while since we just adopted him into the clan, Sugar.”

 

“What?” Sakura paled, “You mean...TWO OF THEM? Under the same roof?”

 

“Better get used to it, Sis,” Tenma smiled.

 

“We're bigger than the both of you combined,” Chima added.

 

“Wow, little brothers in stereo,” Troi remarked, “Good thing for the hair color or you'd have trouble telling `em apart.”

 

“My worst nightmare come to life,” Sakura groaned faintly.

 

“Cheer up, Kid,” Ranma said, “You'll get used to it before you know it...I think. Well, anyway...about you and Ken...and this business about you two seeing other people...”

 

“Urk,” both Sakura and Troi gulped together, even as Ken and Atros looked nervously in their uncle's direction...

 

“On a separate issue,” Iczer One turned to regard her daughter and partner, “I understand from Two that you and your sisters carried the day in the final battle against Neos. I am very proud of you all...you fought as sisters in support of one another.”

 

“Thank you, Mother,” Rhea replied, “Nova and Atros did very well, but we could not have achieved our victory without the support of our partners.”

 

“Hey, we're in this together, Honey, isn't that how it's supposed to be?” Muku asked.

 

“Guess we're stuck together whether we like it or not,” Yui rubbed the back of her head with a somewhat uneasy expression.

 

“Aw, don't be like that, Yui-chan,” Nova took her partner by the arm and leaned her head against her shoulder, “I promise you that it'll be loads of fun and you won't have anything to worry about with me at your side, honest!”

 

“Except maybe with having you inside my pants,” Yui softly murmured, hoping her mother was not able to pick that up from her end of the holographic transfer.

 

“It was...an honor to be of service when there was need, Aunt One,” Atros said, “But...what is to become of us now that the crisis to the Earth is at long last over?”

 

“Ah...a very good question,” Iczer One replied, exchanging looks with Nagisa before turning to regard Sir Violet and saying, “Do I have your support in this, Mother of us All?”

 

“You have always had my full and complete support, Child,” Sir Violet replied, “Whatever you decide, I am certain it will be for the best interests of us all.”

 

The Protector and Leader of the C'thuwulf gave a rare smile at that then said, “Very well then. Atros and Nova...you are granted full and complete amnesty for any and all past crimes that you may have committed in the name of Big Gold, provisional that you will both be remanded to the direct authority of your respective parents, most principally Nagisa. This parole will be in force so long as you demonstrate your good faith with your future actions. As for the Sisters of the Comet...”

 

“We stand ready to answer for our crimes, Protector,” Fiber said at once, “My sisters and I regret that we have caused great suffering throughout the universe...”

 

“All of which was instigated under the influence of Neos Gold,” Iczer One replied, “Understand, though, we cannot simply let you go. Your powers have magnified beyond even what they were when we first knew you, but if you are willing to work with us, then we can give you a home as part of New Gamora. Tell me what you would do if you were allowed your freedom under the parole of our supervision?”

 

“What would I do?” Fiber smiled, “I would become a teacher and healer, just as someone taught me that there is greater joy to be found in sharing life than there is in its taking.”

 

“I would like to go back to being a research scientist,” Insect replied, “There are many forms of life on this planet you call Earth, and by far the dominant life form of any world is its insect population...intelligent life notwithstanding.”

 

“As long as there is no conflict between your research and the security of human life on this world, I don't see any problems with that,” Iczer One replied, “And what of you others?”

 

“Insect prefers her world of the small,” Bigro replied, “But animal research is my specialty, and I have no doubt that there are a great many interesting species to be studied on this world. I understand that some are in danger of becoming extinct...?”

 

“We have a program to bio-engineer the return of several endangered species,” Iczer One replied, “And, no doubt, your contributions in that field would be greatly appreciated. I will allow Sister Gray to coordinate matters on that end and see to it you are assigned to areas where your talents will be of value. And what about you...Golem, is it?”

 

“Machines are my specialty,” Golem replied, “I'm done with being an engine of war, I'd like to go back to my favorite hobby of designing things that are fast and ultra-modern.”

 

“Then I'm sure we'll find a suitable use for you,” Iczer One smiled, “Something worthy of your talents. Perhaps you might care to work with our human allies in the space field...they could stand the services of a good mechanic who understands technology on an intuitive level.”

 

“Then that's all that I ask,” Golem smiled, “It would be good to feel the stellar winds of space on my wings again, and I'll be certain to show these humans my stuff when it comes to exploration.”

 

“Sounds like somebody I'd like to get to know better,” a new voice added in as a male figure appeared in holographic relief besides Sir Violet and the Senshi.

 

“Yajin, you pirate!” Troi grinned broadly, “What are you doing up there?”

 

“Somebody thought I'd make a good diplomat, go figure,” Yajin replied, turning to scan Sakura with a rakish look in his eyes, “And who's this, your newest victim?”

 

“Victim?” Sakura arched an eyebrow.

 

“She's my partner, Space Rat,” Troi cheerfully warned him, “So hands off. She's too fast for you anyway...”

 

“That's what you said about the last girl you hung out with,” Yajin gave Sakura a sympathetic nod and said, “You actually keeping up with this outlaw? Don't let her intimidate you, her bite's definitely not as bad as her bark...”

 

“Oh, like you'd know all about that,” Troi scoffed.

 

“Hey, I still have the marks to prove it,” Yajin reached for his shirt, “Want me to show you?”

 

“Who is that?” Golem asked with an intrigued look in her normally dour expression.

 

“You ought to know him,” Nagisa said, “He once took a shot at you, remember?”

 

“Oh really?” Golem's eyes gleamed with speculation, “You mean this is the human who dented my favorite armor?”

 

“Ah...” Yajin paused as he suddenly took notice of the extra persons appearing in the holographic display on his side of the projection, “Excuse me for asking...but...aren't you guys...ah...supposed to be dead or something?”

 

“We get a lot of that,” Bigro smiled.

 

“We're used to it by now,” Insect seconded.

 

“So,” Sakura finally said as she studied Yajin, a rather handsome looking Japanese male wearing an aluminum-colored space suit that managed to add a bit of dignity to his somewhat wild appearance, “You guys used to date, huh?”

 

“Ah...ancient history, Honey-pie,” Troi hastily explained, “We're just friends now, right Yajin?”

 

“Oh yeah...friends, as in neither one of us has managed to kill the other one yet,” Yajin replied in good-natured humor.

 

“So...you two used to be an item,” Golem softly mused, “Better and better...”

 

“By the way,” Serenity spoke up after having been respectfully silent for the past few minutes, “I was given to understand that a certain party would be appearing at this meeting...”

 

“You need wait no longer, your Highness,” Iczer One smiled as she turned to see a trio of familiar faces entering the room at that most appropriate moment.

 

“We're here, just as you requested, Protector,” the blonde-haired Nami announced.

 

“By the way,” Kawai said to Nagisa, “We passed Sayoko chasing after Iczer Two in the hallways, naked a s jay and waving this big spatula about...”

 

“Yeah, what was that about anyway?” Kiiro wondered.

 

“Nothing too important,” Iczer One replied, waving to the holographic presence and saying, “I'd like to introduce you three to an honored guest of the C'thuwulf who has been asking to meet you. Say hello to Neo-Queen Serenity of the...Moon Kingdom, was it?”

 

“Yes,” Serenity responded, “A very ancient and long-extinct civilization that my Senshi and I have recently revived through the magic of our ancestors, but...that can wait for another time. The important thing is...I do believe that you are a friend of my daughter's, are you not?”

 

“Mom!” Rini winced, looking embarrassed.

 

“Your...daughter?” Nami looked from the pink-haired Princess to the golden haired Moon Queen and suddenly she seemed to be finding herself on the spotlight, “Ah...”

 

At that moment Sailor Hermes leaned over and stage-whispered to Princess Rini, “Better think fast, and don't mention what she does for a living. And if your Dad should find out...”

 

“Shut...up,” Rini whispered rather fervently, glancing at her mother, who was pretending not to overhear this recently added information.

 

“And I thought I had problems,” Yui softly murmured.

 

“Huh?” Nova looked at her with an earnest expression, “Problems? What problems, Yui-chan?”

 

“Forget it,” Muku spoke up for her friend, “If you have to ask then you'll never really understand.”

 

“Hey, I'm trying,” Nova protested, “Give me a frigging break, I'm only just getting used to being around you humans. Toss me a bone or something, Sis...what's it I'm not getting about humans?”

 

“That,” Rhea said with a pleasant smile, “Is a very interesting and...quite complicated subject. Why don't we talk about it later, Sister, both you, me and Atros?”

 

“Oh?” Atros asked with a guarded expression, “Is there something that I should know in advance about humans?”

 

“You want the long or short answer to that one, Kid?” Troi replied with a soft chuckle, gently squeezing Sakura's hand while trying to think up a way of deflecting her partner from too many intimate questions about Yajin.

 

Muku turned to Rhea and said, “Well, don't know if I can explain too much about us humans, but, for what it's worth, most times we don't even understand ourselves, let alone each other...but we're always trying.”

 

“And what's what makes it so worthwhile, Sisters,” Rhea's smile was like pure sunshine, “You never entirely find out everything that there is to know, but you never tire of trying, and you wouldn't want it any different, believe me. A partnership is a complicated affair, but it never becomes dull...and---for what it is worth---I don't think they will ever entirely understand us either.”

 

“But I want to know everything about you, Rhea-chan,” Muku took her partner's hand and pressed it gently to her own palm, “And I promise you...I'll never stop trying.”

 

To which Nagisa turned to her own partner and shared a knowing look, then silently the both of them wished the younger generation a long and hearty search in the quest for full, complete and ultimate Synchronization...

 

 

 

Continued

 

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