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Legend of the Moon Queen, Chapter 16
For the third time in the last hour, Setsuna Meiou, esteemed physicist and lab researcher, fumbled with the controls of her instrumentation. Swearing softly, she altered the proton stream's alignment in the cyclotron to match the current experiment's settings.
"Again Meiou? Hard day, mph?" Her colleague, a small brunette in a white lab coat checked the data from the sensor array, feeding it back to Setsuna's computer screen.
The tall, olive-skinned and dark-green haired woman pinched the bridge of her nose. "It's not that, Kira. I'm simply distracted. Private issues. I'm sorry. I won't do that again."
"Maybe you should take a coffee break. The cyclotron won't be online for the next two hours, we have time." The woman smiled, waving a hand dismissively at the large device in the adjacent room.
At the mention of time, Setsuna coughed. "Time, yes... we should have time." Standing up from her station, she smiled back. "Tha
Legend of the Moon Queen, chapter 15
Chapter 15, Revelation.
After dragging the hulking body of the defeated Nappa to the nearest medical center, Usagi, Makoto and Minako lingered in the area.
“I hope he would survive. I don’t want for Rei to become a murderer.” Usagi muttered to herself while looking at the floor.
Makoto grabbed her by the shoulders. “Usagi, I cannot believe what you are saying. First, Nappa is a real monster of a man. If he dies, than good riddance! Second, we are already murderers… remember Babke!”
Usagi freed herself, swatting away Makoto’s hands. “You cannot? We are supposed to save lives! Not to take them! The horror on Babke was not our fault. And it will never happen again! Never ever again! I won’t take any more lives, not even of enemies!” She shouted angrily.
She backed away from Makoto, starting to cry. “My dear friend, stalwart, dependable Makoto! Turned in a dark and twisted mockery of herself. I can’t stand it! Please,
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Viracocha melts waters unlike those it rose from, making waves of out of metal oceans to overtake the current south, re-steel, re-take, tech-mechs the entire south into neo-Machu Picchu, cyberpunk music moulding, reshaping old society into an new age, iron dynasty, fresh coat for an old, ancient look. The coattails of Quetzalcoatl if he were a modern man pull together the merge of future and long passed past..techno temples and the like.
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