(Wyrm trudges in, his MANTIS armor slightly carboned and one of the
specticle lenses broken. He is breathing hard.)

Need a break...

(Slumps down in front of computer.)

Gotta waste some time...

(Starts typing.)

I hate the end of the year...

First idea is a BGC fic.  What if the entire plotline of BGC isn't about the
Knight Sabres fighting for freedom, but an elaborate chess game between two
people.  Two manipulators that no one would suspect of manipulation.  What
if it was all a game between Madigan and Nene?  You could do this
mystically, and have Madigan and Nene being hundreds of years old, and
Madigan arranged for Quincy's rise to power.  Then, to counter her, Nene
arranged for Katsuhito Stingray to be assassinated, and Sylia to form the
Knight Sabres, and everything else.  Or you could set this up like
Sanctuary, and Madigan and Nene find Genom and the Knight Sabres useful tools.

Well, you already know who did it...

Just idle speculation...

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        Two dark, shadowed figures stand atop a nondescript building.
Cloaked with black, flowing robes, the first spoke in a voice that could
only belong to a woman.
        "I'm impressed. I didn't think you would sacrifice Miriam to stop
me from capturing him myself. That was brilliance, Runenewo," said the
figure.
        "Thank you, Mahtemgwen. Shall the next round start?" asked the other.
        "Yes," came the simple reply, and the cloaked figure refered to as
Mahtemgwen vanished into thin air.
        Alone, the one called Runenewo flipped back the hood, revealing
scarlet locks of hair spilling out from under it. The owner's face would be
described as 'cute' if it weren't for the deathly serious expression on her
face. An expression borne from untold millenia of battle.
        "Then let the game begin again..."
        Nene Romanova, Runenewo, vanished herself.
        The game resumed, and all the pieces were in place.


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