The author of this story has given me permission to post this. That does not mean he agrees with anything that I have written, just that he has a sense of humour and is a good sport. Artmic and Youmex of course own BGC, and 'Janus' belongs to its Author, and the commentators belong to me. And the MST concept belongs to someone else as well (how is that for legal talk?). (The Scene: A living room, with several chairs and a couch, there is a bar in the far corner--it looks to be well stocked. It is decorated in questionable style, steel and glass with a sixties motif that is best not thought about. In front of the couch, on the wall, is a large picture of dogs playing poker. Yelling can be heard.) Woman#1: You can't make me do this! You can't! Get your hands off me! I'm a powerful person! (Scene: Threats seeming to have no effect, one of the doors open and the owner of the voice is pushed into the room, the door closed after her. She is a very attractive woman, with long black hair, wearing a skirt and suit jacket. Those who have read NeoNAAF (or NAAF) would of course recognise her as Domino Odotte (that is a hint, she is Domino Odotte). For those that haven't, the screen freezes and an information window pops up beside her.) Domino Odotte Original Character, created for NAAF by Shawn Hagen Type: amoral Genom Executive, beautiful, antagonist, 33-S Current Projects: Submissive JHS girl in a Cream Lemon Anime (Scene: The window closes and the action resumes.) Domino: I won't do this! I won't have any part in this. Do you hear me! (Scene: Another woman enters from another door. She is taller than average, and very beautiful. Her long hair is blonde. She is wearing jeans and a white blouse.) Woman#2: Yea, I hear you. You're making enough noise. (Scene: Again the screen freezes and an information window pops up.) Kareen (Ree) Maxil Original Character, created for Starblade Story by Shawn Hagen Type: unkilliable mecha pilot, sex kitten Current Projects: Love interest for neurotic Gundam arch-villain Domino: Who are you? Ree: Didn't you read the information window? Domino: You're breaking the fourth wall. Ree: As if there was ever one to begin with. So, you up to this Domino? Domino: No. I refuse to be involved in this. It is tasteless. Ree: More tasteless than lesbian Cream Lemon? Domino: Better that than tentacle porn. Ree: You have a point there. Still, what can we do? Our author commands it. Domino: There is no way that Melopomene would allow Shawn to do this. She'd kill him. Ree: I hear that Shawn finally killed her over that curse thing. (Scene: Another door opens and a third woman enters. Her long, black hair is twisted into a single braid, which is pulled over her shoulder. She is below average height. She is attractive. She wears a long, red skirt with a matching jacket over a white blouse.) Woman#3: No, Melopomene is off in another dimension, leaving Shawn unattended. (Scene: Once more the screen freezes and an information window pops up.) Elenoin Karimon-Chatruse Original Character, created for FSS Side Stories by Shawn Hagen Type: tragic heroine, Headdliner Current Projects: Fashion Model, possible role in next Side Story Ree: How could she do that? She is a Muse. It is her job to keep our author under control! Elenoin: Well, I guess it was important. So, are we ready to start? Domino: That's all you have to say about this? Elenoin: Compared to some of the things Shawn has put me through in the past, this is rather tame. Ree: I guess being a tragic heroine is tough. Well, kid has got a point. Let's start the show. (Scene: Ree walks over and takes a seat on the couch, which is marginally more comfortable than it looks. Barely. Domino goes to the bar and pours herself a stiff drink. 'Stupid sexaroid physiology, not letting me get drunk,' she mutters. Elenoin takes as seat to one side of Ree. Soon they are joined by Domino who is looking rather put off by the entire thing.) Ree: We're ready to go! Sooner it starts, sooner we go. Domino: I hope this is not too painful. (She gulps her drink) A BGC MST (1) by Shawn Hagen Domino: Hack! Ree: Be quiet, it is beginning. (Scene: The liquid crystal screen on the wall, until recently displaying a picture of dogs playing poker, flickers as the fanfic is displayed.) >An alternate tale of the Bubblegum Crisis, Megatokyo 2033 > **** **** **** Domino: That looks familiar. > Janus > by gorgo > **** **** **** Domino: A lot of people might make a joke about that. Elenoin: Not quite sure why, seems like a reasonable place for a separator of some type. > The morning after the battle with Largo on Genom Tower... > "How bad's it look, Sylia?" Domino: Well, it's still too early to tell. Elenoin: I don't think that was in reference to the story. Domino: Oops. I'm still new to this. Ree: Shut up. The less we talk, the sooner this will be over. Domino: What's 'bad's'? Ree: A 'bad' and 'does' contraction. Domino: Can you uses 'does' in a contraction like that? Elenoin: Yes. Whether you should or should is another matter. > Sylia sighs, gazing at the blood-caked knife wound in Priss' abdomen. Ree: Hmmm, cake. > The Sabres returned to the Lady's 663 building a half-hour ago. Mackie was going over the hardsuits now Ree: Pervert. Domino: Going over the, not going down on. Elenoin: That is a very disturbing thought. > while Linna and Nene were getting some needed sleep. Domino: You don't suppose they are in the same bed do you? Ree: Maybe with Mackie? > "Not too bad, but you won't be doing much in the way of dancing for the next while," the team leader clicks her tongue, then moves over to a shelf to draw out the field surgery kit she kept around for these occasions. Domino:(Sylia Imitation) Here's a field surgery kit! Ree:(Priss Imitation) What is the occasion? Domino: Happy you've been wounded day! Ree: Why, it is just what I needed. Elenoin: I thought Linna was the one who danced? Ree: I wouldn't be worried about it. Saying something like 'No excessive stage mannerisms for you' might have made too much sense. > Priss says nothing as Sylia draws out a sterile pad, bandages, a suture kit and the necessary ointments to cleanse and sanitize the wound, her eyes turned to the ceiling. Ree: (Priss Imitation) Hey Sylia, take your eyes from the ceiling and look at what you are doing. Domino: Maybe she is praying? Elenoin: Don't you cleanse and sanitize toilets? Ree: Now you are getting into it. > Glancing at her team's heavy combat specialist out of the corner of her eye, Domino: I thought she was looking at the ceiling? Elenoin: That is why she is looking at Priss out of the corner of her eye. Ree: Good thing too. If Priss saw her looking at her she would have known what was about to happen. Domino: As I know what is about to happen I can understand how that could be worrisome. > Sylia feels something surge from her throat. Ree: Watch out, she's going to puke! > "Janus." Ree: Archangel of the Wind. Elenoin: You are a gamer? Ree: No, but Shawn is. Domino: There goes the fourth wall again. > Priss jolts, then her eyes flutter for a moment before they close, a deep breath escaping the singer's lips. Ree: The escape scene. >With that, Sylia relaxes, taking the field surgical kit and begins to cleanse the wound. A moment later, Elenoin: Sylia is still cleaning the wound. >the cut is cleared of dried blood, sweat and the other pollutants which would make proper healing hard if not impossible, much less risk-free. "Priss?" Domino: The word is dèbridement, the removal of dead flesh and foreign material from a wound. Ree: Gross. Elenoin: Maybe someone should have dèbrided this story. Domino: Or at least that sentence. What is 'less risk-free' anyway? Elenoin: I think it refers to the healing, but only if you think about it real hard. > "Yeah, Sylia?" the singer's eyes open, all emotion drained from her face, an aura of calm serenity descending on her despite her talking "normally." Ree: One could almost argue Priss just said 'normally'. Domino: Excessive use of quotes. Two yard penalty. > "Your wound's clean. Engage your self-repair protocols." Domino: Wouldn't autonomous self-repair-protocols make sense? Ree: Well, not dying would be a good thing. Elenoin:(Lame Sylia imitation) Ooopsie. She bled to death. I guess I forgot to tell her not to. > "Okay, Sylia." > Sylia turns away, securing the field surgical kit. Domino: For the good ship Ladys633 is known to roll in a gale and all gear must be secured! > Turning back, she lightly smiles on seeing the wound on her teammate's abdomen now nothing more than a bright pink scar. Silence falls as Sylia waits for the pink to melt into the pink-tan-brown of the surrounding skin tissue. Nothing happens. "Priss?" Elenoin: How could silence fall when no one was making any noise? Ree: Silence is Sylia's pet hamster and it fell off the desk. Domino: Silence in Sylia's nickname for Mackie and he fell out of the air duct where he was watching. Ree: Little pervert. > "Yeah, Sylia?" > "Is there something wrong with your self-repair protocols?" Ree: (Priss Imitation) You didn't say 'Simon Says'. > "No, nothing's wrong." > "Then why did you stop healing the wound?" > "I'm keeping the scar." > Sylia blinks. "Why?" Ree: (Priss Imitation) Because Ritual Scarring is cool! Domino: Because people will expect there to be a scar. Elenoin: Just to make you ask. > "Because I failed Sylvie and Anri. Domino: Priss-sensei is the hardest marker at the school. > What Largo did to Anri proved my other-self wasn't strong enough for either of them. Anri should've been given shelter with us the instant Sylvie died. She had every right to hate me, Sylia." Domino: What? Elenoin: Didn't Anri attack her because Largo convinced her to? Ree: No, I guess it was because she wanted a nice place to live. Domino: I'd kill for a nice place to live. > Sylia sighs. "Priss, that's not relevant. The 33-S's were secretly fitted with an advanced version of the Phoenix Protocol. Anri and Sylvie are both safe. They'll be restored to the lives they had before their recall sometime soon." Domino: (Anri Voice) Hi, I'm back, my Lolicon master. I'll dress in the sailor fuku now! Ree: You sounded very natural saying that. Domino: Shut up. Elenoin: 'Their recall sometime soon.'? Doesn't that mean they will be recalled some time soon? > Priss takes that in, then lightly nods, a wry smile crossing her face. "Yeah, that's true," a slight roll flows through her shoulders. "But they shouldn't've endured that in the first place, Sylia." Elenoin: Is a slight roll anything like a slight bagel? Domino: Is it painful to have bread flow through your body? > "This isn't a perfect world, Priss. Far from it." > "Got that right. You better bandage me up." Domino: (Sylia Imitation) No, I will not bandage you up. That would make sense. Ree: No, you look good with a scar. Let's smooch! Oh, wait; this isn't a Lemon, is it? Domino: No, which is one thing it has going for it. > "Alright." > Sylia draws out a dressing and bandages. Laying the dressing on the healed scar, she tapes it down, doing as professional a job as she can. Elenoin: If she can't 'professionally' put on dressings, should she even have been dèbriding the wound? Domino: It is so difficult to tape a dressing on after all. Ree: And taping it over an already healed wound, my god you'd need the hands of a surgeon! > "There we go," she nods. "Usual precautions?" Ree: (Priss Imitation) Why are you asking me? Aren't you in charge? Domino: No swimming or knife wounds for a week. Elenoin: No singing, 'I'm stuck on band aid, because band aid is stuck on me.' > "Housekeeping computer's already running the scenario," Domino: But can it do windows? Ree: The crappy OS? Domino: (Shakes her head) Thanks for ruining a passable joke. >Priss assures her, then sighs. "Sylia?" > "Yes?" > "How long're we gonna keep living like this?" Domino: (Sylia imitation) Until we die, and then we'll try living in some other way. Ree: They could stop breathing; I hear that is a good way to stop living. Elenoin: My head hurts. > Sylia stops, then sighs. "Depends." Domino: Depends on what? Elenoin: That is the question isn't it? Ree: Do you think it will be answered? > "Guess so. Did you consider using Sundown last night?" Ree: Guess not. > The Sabres' leader blinks, then chuckles. "No, THAT certainly wasn't necessary. Quincy's not so foolish as to allow any bastard creation of Domino: Bill Gates? >Mason's to get anywhere close to seizing the OMS. You know what would have to happen before I'd consider using Sundown." Ree: Mackie would have to get into your panty drawer? Domino: Someone would have to break one of the 11 regulations? Elenoin: The world would have to be in danger, so only I, Sylia Stingray, could save it! Tremble before my might! > "Right," Priss nods. "Okay, I'm putting myself under..." Domino: The Fridge? Elenoin: Why can't she just say, 'I'm going to sleep'? > "Wait!" Elenoin: Isn't the exclamation point excessive? Ree: This entire thing is excessive. > "What?" the singer stops, staring quizzically at her friend. Domino: Stops putting herself under the fridge? Ree: Fear my quizzical stare! > Sylia hums, then gazes at her. Domino: (Sylia Imitation) Can you guess the tune I just hummed? Ree: (Priss Imitation) Was it, Pop Goes the Weasel? Domino: Yes it was! You win! Ree: Oh, kiss me! Elenoin: Would you two knock it off? > "I'm going to see if Sylvie and Anri've gone through Sanctuary. Elenoin: All runners go to Sanctuary. Ree: I wish this story were over thirty. Domino: That was cryptic. > At least you deserve the chance to make things right between you and them." Ree: (Priss Imitation) Sorry you're dead and I killed you, tee hee. Elenoin: (In a bad Sylvie) That's okay, I didn't need that heart. Domino: (Anri Voice) Now I get to go back to my Lolicon master. He's a pervert. > "I..." Priss pauses, then smiles. "Thanks." > * * * Ree: Okay, now we might be able to make a separator joke. > Later, Sylia sits in her office, gazing at the city around them. Elenoin: Sylia's office is all glass? Ree: People in glass offices... Elenoin: And how can one person be a 'them'? Domino: Sylia has a split personality. That explains why she is acting completely different than she does in the OAVs. > Priss was asleep in a guest bedroom, her "open" personality back in control, Ree: Not that that is a good thing. > no doubt now dreaming of good things concerning the poor Sexaroids whose lives had briefly intersected hers over the last month. Domino: Pervert. > There was no need to check on Linna and Nene; both seemed quite alright. Ree: Moaning and grunting. Domino: Pervert. Ree: You love it baby. Elenoin: Shut up! > Mackie was already hard at work Ree: Filming Nene and Linna. >repairing the hardsuits for the next time they would be needed. Ree: That would have been my second guess. > Her eyes fall on Genom Tower. Domino: (Sylia imitation) Ow, my eyes! > The huge arcology seemed as impregnable as ever, a modern Colossus in the form of an ersatz Fuji- san, the looming presence none in Megatokyo could ignore. Ree: What are you doing? Elenoin: I'm ignoring the Tower. Domino: Stop that. You cannot ignore it! Elenoin: Ignorance is bliss. > What happened last night showed that there were chinks in that company's armour, chinks ultimately unleashed by someone on the inside. No doubt, if Largo's spirit was still trapped inside the shattered shell the Sabres and Leon McNichol rendered the boomer "messiah" into hours ago, Quincy would do all to ensure he REMAINED there. Elenoin: Bit of a run on sentence there. Domino: Not sure what it meant. Ree: Largo broken, he no get away. Domino: Oh. > Sylia's videophone rings. A glance at it, then she sighs, tapping controls. "Moshi-moshi, Stingray desu." > "It's me." Domino:(Sylia Imitation) Not another obscene phone call Mackie. Ree: Where's my pizza!? Elenoin: Why would anyone have to say 'It's me' on a videophone? Domino: Don't ask. > "Ohayo gozaimasu, Quincy-san. I trust you're alright." Domino:(Quincy Imitation) Don't use my name! That's why I said 'It's me', you foolish woman! Ree: I'm better than all right, I'm amazing baby! Elenoin: Quincy wouldn't say that. Ree: He wouldn't say 'It's me' either. > "Surviving," Domino: All I have to do is last two more weeks and I'll win the money! Ree: Unless they vote him out of the Tower. >the weathered faced on her viewscreen seemed drawn. Ree: Look, it's just a picture of Quincy. >No doubt, given last night's events, the Genom chairman didn't get much in the way of sleep. "You'd think I'd finally learn to loosen the ties between myself and my replicas." Domino: The puppet master can never loosen the strings. Elenoin: That's deep. Ree: It only appears deep in the current context. > "I've warned you about that several times," Sylia stifles a bemused chuckle. Having cyberlinked to a boomer that later died once long ago taught the Sabres' leader something about how far one of their kind could feel pain. Domino: That will teach you every time. Ree: Oh. I can relate to that. Elenoin: You can? Ree: No. I'm not even sure what it meant. > "What of Largo?" Ree: Why, you hot for him? > "In a basement vault now, rendered totally helpless. I'll keep him there until our mutual friends feel it's safe to let him loose again. Probably not for a couple years." Domino: He'll make a dandy paperweight. > "Good enough. I heard Kate was hurt last night." > "Katharine's wounds aren't as bad as one'd suspect. Ree: The rumours of her death have been greatly exaggerated. Domino: No they haven't. > She's in regen therapy right now. What of Priscilla?" Ree: Presley? > "Not bad; she regenerated herself, but she'll play the wounded angel for the next while," Ree: Wasn't that a Parker Brothers game? Elenoin: Hasbro. Domino: It was a little like Doom I think. >Sylia sighs. "At least she was able to part peacefully from Sylvie and Anri." > "Your father and his mysterious friends guaranteed that." Domino: Mysterious friends? Elenoin: The plot thins. > "Hai, true." > With that, the link is cut. Sylia stares at the blank screen, then turns her attention back to the city. "If only people knew," she clicks her tongue bemusedly. "If only they knew..." Domino:(Sylia Imitation) ...That my brother is a pervert. Ree: That was my line! > Her mind falls back to an innocent childhood. Domino: Ow, my mind. Ree: Hey lady, you splattered your mind over my innocent childhood. Elenoin: You'll have to clean and sanitize that! > A childhood forever buried by her father's demise, the terrible "gift" he had bestowed to his children in the wake of his murder. Not just the knowledge that would allow Sylia to create the Knight Sabres, but knowledge that could launch world-wide Armageddon if it ever became known to the teeming millions living around her. Domino: What is the Matrix? Elenoin: Mathematical construct. > The Phoenix Protocol. Ree: The ability to destroy Phoenix! Domino: The Ability to bring River Phoenix back to life! > Not immortality, but as close to it as one would desire. Domino: What is as close to immortality as one would desire, but not immortality? > For boomers like Sylvie and Anri, the key to true freedom. > For organics like the Sabres, a second chance to do it right. Elenoin: Do what right? Ree: Die with their boots on! > Katsuhito Stingray had loved his cyberdroid creations so much that, Ree: He had given them sweet, sweet loving. Elenoin: He had set them free. Domino: He sealed them in plastic casings and stored them on the shelf. > just prior to the night Brian Mason killed him, he agreed to an audacious plan put forward by parties unknown to this day. Domino: Parties unknown? Ree: Party shop specializing in esoteric party favours. Elenoin: So they wanted to throw the boomers a birthday party? > Those people believed in Katsuhito's dream to the point where they decided the chance HAD to be given to boomers to experience life as their creator so desired. Ree: I thought Dr. Stingray desired boomers to work in space. Domino: Well you know how it is; consistency is a hobgoblin and all that. > Unfortunately, because most organics saw boomers as "walking toasters," Elenoin: Which is why the ADP was formed. Ree: Fear this toaster! Domino: I hear Brazil is buying combat toasters. >no better than simple machines, the chances of their actually living among organics as equal were nil. Elenoin: There is some confusion in numbers here. It should be 'as equals'. Domino: Thank you professor Karimon. Ree: It's more fun to mock without being helpful. > The Protocol overcame that in the most elegant way possible. Ree: It killed all the organics! Domino: Messy, and yet elegant. > It restored boomers to life...but as organic humans. Elenoin: How elegant. > Presently, thousands of kilometres from here in South Africa, a woman born as a 33-S boomer named "Sylvie" was about to gain a second chance at life, taste freedom under a new name and identity. Another 33-S named "Anri" would get the same chance, becoming the adopted daughter of an elderly businessman in Kyoto. Ree: This is my adopted daughter. Nudge, nudge, wink, wink. Domino: (Anri voice) Hi, like my sailor fuku. Elenoin: So an authentic dirty _old_ man. Domino: I think I might know him. > With that, they would be able to write their own destiny far beyond the reach of those heartless monsters in SDPC and Genom that had worked them to the bone, crushed their hearts and souls, on Genaros' docks. Domino: Oh, my heart is crushed! Elenoin: We'll have to clean and sanitize the docks now! Ree: What about your soul? Domino: Toasters don't have souls, silly. They have bread. Ree: That flows through people's shoulders? Domino: Exactly. > They weren't the only ones who had experienced it. Elenoin: Having their hearts and souls crushed? Ree: Being worked to the bone? > Despite the process being named after the mythological bird that died by fire, then was reborn from its own ashes, the Phoenix Protocol didn't RESTORE boomers to their previous mode of existence. It made them BETTER. Domino: Faster.... Ree: Stronger.... Elenoin: We have the technology. > Since 2022, thousands of boomers, from all makes and models, had felt the cleansing touch of the Protocol, gasped air in stout lungs, felt strong hearts throb in their chests, Ree: Felt something else throb to the south of the heart. Domino: A glass of stout lungs please. > embraced the gift of new life. Sylia met many of them over the years, inwardly awed that her father's final, most gracious gift to society had done such good for so many. > As would be expected, Sylia's father had ensured that if the need did come, his children and those his daughter would choose as her fellow warriors would also benefit from the Protocol. Domino: Because everyone likes River Phoenix. Ree: Wrong protocol. Domino: But he is so cute! Well, was. I suspect being dead really lowers that cuteness. Elenoin: Are you done? Domino: For now. > That had become necessary shortly after the Sabres' first hit the field, after a hideous fight against Mason's forces. Elenoin: If at first you don't succeed.... Domino: ...come back as a boomer. Ree: Use what is now a very abused cliché. > But the transition hadn't sat very well with either Priss, Linna and Nene back then, Domino: Surprise, you're a boomer! Ree:(Priss Imitation) This doesn't sit well with me. Why don't you kill me and bring me back as a human? Elenoin: So I can draw air into stout lungs. Domino: Shush, you're making sense. Elenoin: And I'm not sure that 'either' is being used correctly. Domino: What did I tell you about constructive criticism? Elenoin: Traditional use claims you can only use it with two items. Of course there are some that claim it can be used with more than two items. Ree: Well, as Wilson Follett put it: "This [construction] is defensible, but a workmanlike writer may put his pride in not writing sentences that need defending." Domino: That's the problem these days, no pride in workmanship. > necessitating a slight alteration to the Phoenix Protocol. Ree: Destroy Phoenix and Las Vegas! Domino: What's with all this destruction? Ree: I'm a mecha pilot. I blow things up. Get used to it. > Janus. > The means by which her friends, her new family, could better accept their new lives over time. Domino: She fractured their personalities! Ree: How humane. > Like the name for the Protocol, this program's title was based on another slight misnomer. Sylia had taken the program's name from the ancient Roman two-faced god of new beginnings. Elenoin: Roman god? Ree: It wasn't like there were Japanese, Chinese, or Buddhist gods or Bodhisattvas she could have used. Domino: Kannon, bodhisattva of infinite mercy, often depicted with many faces. Ree: Be quiet now. No one wants to learn about Asian mythology. > Yet being reborn as they were WAS a new beginning, forced on the Sabres by the relentless hands of Ree: Otaku? Domino: The author? Elenoin: The Divers Guild? Ree: Oh, like anyone is going to get a Five Star Stories reference. > Fate and their own chosen destiny. Not even Priss' innate stubbornness could ignore that. Ree:(Priss Imitation) Hi, this is my innate stubbornness, sorry if it is ignoring you. Domino: It looks good at ignoring things. Ree: There are some things it can't ignore. > At present, the Sabres' weren't totally organic, as "human" as one born of a woman's womb Elenoin: Woman's womb? Ree: Redundant, redundant, redundant, redundant. >(nor were any of the reborn boomers and organics who had been saved by the Phoenix Protocol). Yet ironically, the emotional and special sensory masking programs which Sylia included in Janus had been enough to fool Largo. How strange, she muses. What would the boomer "messiah" had done had he known that he was fighting beings no different, though technically more advanced, than himself? Domino: Let's see, he killed Anri without any concern. Ree: ...not to mention destroying all of Quincy's boomer bodyguards. Domino: And destroyed Quincy's double. Ree: So Largo would likely not have cared. Elenoin: That seems pretty obvious. Domino: I guess this Sylia isn't the sharpest blade in the hardsuit. > But questions of that nature in the end really didn't matter, Katsuhito once believed. Ree: It is not the only thing that doesn't matter. Elenoin: Katsuhito once believed. What is that supposed to mean? Domino: Maybe Sylia has begun channelling her dead father? Ree: Oh, I get it, that the questions of that nature did not matter is what Katsuhito once believed. Domino: What? Ree: It makes sense; you just have to think about it for a while. > It was not the body that counted the most, but the spirit contained within that body. Domino: What if that body was a toaster? Ree: Then the kind of bread in it would matter the most. Elenoin: Suddenly I'm hungry. > Sylia sighs. One day, if Fate was kind, this queer drama could finally end and her beloved friends would at last be given a chance to Ree: Die and come back as humans! Domino: Get their hearts crushed! Elenoin: Star in a story that makes more sense! Ree: Should we say something about 'queer drama' while we are at it? Domino: Too easy. That joke writes itself. > embrace their new lives without worries. Ree: So close. > One day, they would understand the need for so many secrets, the compromises made every day as they, along with so many others, strove to make the world Katsuhito Stingray once envisioned a reality. Domino: A world where you can mentally abuse your daughter. Ree: A world where you can abandon your family responsibilities. Elenoin: It kind of brings a lump to your throat. > One day... All: Awwww. *** Fin...? *** Domino: Evil question mark! Ree: Well, it over, but for how long? Elenoin: Do we need a music sting here? Ree: might be useful. Domino: Hey, it just occurred to me, it is over! Ree: That means we can go, right? Elenoin: Until the next story that needs our attention. Domino: Always looking for the down side. Elenoin: I can't help it. I'm a tragic heroine. Ree: And I'm the larger than life pilot. Who gives a damn? Let's get the hell out of here! Domino: I'll pay for the drinks. Elenoin: Wait! Ree + Domino: What? Elenoin: Shouldn't we offer some useful criticism? I mean, well, we don't want to come off as unfeeling bitches. Domino: I am an unfeeling bitch, according to some at least. Ree: Elenoin has a point. Domino: Fine. It needed a lot of proofreading, and the grammar was way out there. Ree: Spelling was not that bad. Elenoin: Characters were out of character. Domino: The story made no sense based on what we know of BGC. It is the sort of thing that would need a lot more set up to work properly, and it would be vital to keep all the characters in character and the story true to the original. Ree: When you get right down to it, 'all the Knight Sabers are boomers' is a pretty weak premise. It sounds more like a joke argument. Domino: [Looking at Elenoin] We done yet? Elenoin: I think that is enough. Ree: It's Sapporo time! Domino: Kyrin Lager, Ikimasho. Ree: I loved Harrison Ford in that one. Janus written by Gorgo MST by Shawn Hagen (shawn-hagen@rogers.com) Other MSTs BGC Janus (1) BGC Those Eyes (2) BGC Dreams (3) BGC The Puppet (4) BGC The Next Generation (3 Parts)(5) BGC Sylia's Choice (6) BGC In the Midst of it All - Chapter 1 (7) BGC in the Midst of it All - Chapter 2&3(8) BGC in the Midst of it All – Rewrite (9) 'Bad Girls Riff Bad Fanfic' I would like to thank Jeanne Hedge for some errors she pointed out in this.