Subject: [FFML] [Fanfic][Fusion] Soldiers of the Imperium
From: "Matrix Dragon" <matrix_83@hotmail.com>
Date: 1/30/2001, 11:31 PM
To: ffml@fanfic.com



Well, I barely got this out before the FFML went down (I hope) Here's hoping 

it returns soon. The past few years have been fun.

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	Matrix Dragon Presents......



	Another creation of lack of sleep and too much

caffeine...



	Soldiers of the Imperium



	A Warhammer 40,000/Anime Fusion, with a few other shows

thrown in for good measure.



	Lots of copyrights.



***



	In one possible future, mankind ruled the galaxy. With their

powerful technology, they created thinking machines, the Iron Men.

Together, they forced the alien races back to the very edges of

space.



	Then, the Iron Men turned on their creators. The first human

empire was consumed by a massive civil war. When it ended, the Iron

Men were no more, but humankind was crippled. While human warmongers

made a grab for power, the aliens that had been beaten back attacked,

and then, the Gods themselves attacked. The foul Chaos Gods, four

demons from the sub-universe known as the Warp.



	Humanity burned and died for almost five thousand years. But

they managed to rebuild, sort of.



	This is the age of the Imperium, the second human empire, one

that has lasted for ten thousand years. Technology is more like

magic, with only a small few truly understanding it. They did not

create this technology. They scavenged it from the ruins of the old

empire. The immortal Emperor is treated as a God, with an entire

religion based around him. It is the only religion permitted.



	Now, mankind is on the brink of destruction. Across the entire

galaxy, the Imperium is under attack, by aliens of all types,

traitors and rebels, and even the minions of the foul Gods of Chaos.

The only thing that holds back the destruction is the various armies

of mankind: the geneticly enhanced super-humans of the Adeptus

Astartes, also known as the Space Marines. The Adepta Sororitas, the

female warriors of the Imperial Cult. The Inquisitors, hunting down

traitors, heretics and aliens. The Adeptus Mechanicus, the Tech-

priests who study the ancient technology and attempt to rebuild it

into weapons of war.



	And of course, the Imperial Guard. The largest army in history.

Tens, maybe hundreds of billions of soldiers, fighting across the

galaxy.



	Despite these massive numbers, it is still never enough, and

more soldiers are always needed....



***



	The planet Tokyo is a rather small world, out of the way of

most of the galaxy. The only real problems they have ever had were

pirates causing disruptions to trade almost a thousand years ago.

They have a small planetary defense force, and a few ships from the

Imperial Navies for defense.



	In the year M41.975, some general decided to make a play for

power. He took control of almost half the Tokyo Defense Force, and

attempted to take over the planet. After a year of heavy fighting, he

was finally defeated.



	After looking at how the loyal TDF handled the crisis, it was

decided that Tokyo would supply three regiments to the Imperial

Guard. They began recruiting almost instantly, and by the end of the

year, almost ten thousand men and women were waiting to board the

troopships in orbit.



***



	Ranma Saotome looked out of the viewport, watching as the

planet below him began to shrink. He still couldn't really accept

that he'd never see it again. In his mind, he knew and understood it,

but his heart wasn't listening.



	"Still kinda hard to believe, isn't it?" a voice said. Ranma

looked up to see Lina Inverse standing there. They had both been

assigned to the same squad, under an absolute jerk of a sergeant.

Back on Tokyo, they'd both been wanderers, travelling the world, and

had quickly become friends after meeting each other a few days ago.



	"Yeah, it is hard to believe," he replied. "I still can't

really accept that we'll never see it again. I'm sure I did the right

thing signing up though."



	Lina nodded. "It's not like there's much back there for us."

She sat down next to him. "Take me. I built up such a reputation that

I couldn't enter a city without some wanna-be trying to beat me to

show how great he was."



	"I had a similar problem," Ranma replied. "My old man was a big

con-man. Scammed so many people it ain't funny. And a lot of them

came after me!" He growled. "Turns out the old fool engaged me to

about ten different girls."



	"Yeowch," Lina muttered. "That really sucks. How'd he think he

could... wow, would ya look at that!"



	"Huh?" Ranma glanced out the window again. Tokyo could no

longer be seen, as the transport had rotated, and they were now

looking at a massive vessel, floating in the void.



	Larger the the entire city of Nerima, the vessel was long and

thin. On was was undoubtably the top of the craft, what looked like a

hundred churches rose up, gun emplacements on the tower. Weapons

batteries and landing bays ran along the side of the ship, before

ending at a large armoured plate that covered the front of the craft.

At the rear, powerful engines glowed a dull blue.



	"That's the Emperor's Touch," Lina said. "I've seen the picts,

but the real thing...." She simply let her voice trail off. She

didn't need to finish the statement. Ranma understood what she meant

perfectly.



***



	Soon, their shuttle had landed on their transport ship, some

vessel that Ranma didn't know the name of. They left the shuttle, and

soon found themselves turning over their weapons at security.



	"Turn over all firearms, and state your name and rank, family

names first," a bored officer said.



	Ranma placed his lasgun and two pistols on the table. "Saotome

Ranma, Trooper."



	Lina placed her lasgun, a saw-off shotgun and an old autopistol

on the table. "Inverse Lina, Trooper."



	Behind them, the rest of the squad went through the same thing,

although Ranma noticed that the sergeant didn't turn over an

autopistol hidden in his fatigues.



	After that, they were shown to their bunks, told where they

were allowed to go, before they were left alone, with nothing to do

until the rest of the troops boarded.



***



	Almost a day later, several troop carriers, along with several

ships as escorts, left Tokyo and set off across the galaxy, to one of

the countless war-zones.



***



	"This is Redermade," General Soun Tendo said to the assembled

officers. "Ten months ago the planetary governer broke away from

Imperial rule, and since then Imperial Guard forces have been

attempting to retake the planet. The planet is a hive world, and the

governer was able to turn the majority of the natives to his side. So

far, Guard forces have retaken one of the hive cities and are using

it as a staging ground. We will be reinforcing the Dalen 4th, which

have suffered serious losses on the front line." A section of the map

on the viewscreen behind the General glowed red, indicating the area

the Tokyo Regiments would be deployed in.



	"First Regiment, companies one through six wil deploy here,"

Tendo continued, as a subsection of the red area flashed blue.

"Our armoured company, Seventh company, will remain in reserve, ready

to support an offensive. Second Regiment will deploy here. Third

Regiment will deploy along this last section. Colonel Rezo and

Colonel Miller will determine the arrangements for their own

regiments. We arrive at Redermade in two weeks. I want our men as

ready as possible. Take a good look at the intel data you've been

given. I want Tokyo to get a reputation as Guardsman who do what

they're meant to do. I don't want us to lose this battle. Do I make

myself clear?"



	"Yes sir!" The officers replied.



	"Good. Dismissed."



***



	Lina was in the ships entertainment area, playing the latest

flight sim, 'Alien Hunter.' The original was something cooked up by a

techpriest years ago. Although the techpriest had been punished for

experimenting in technology that the authorities believed was best

left forgotten, a decade later they decided that it was useful as a

propaganda tool.



	After all, if all the enemy aircraft are as weak as a wet piece

of paper, it helps convince the public how powerful the Imperium is,

right?



	Lina didn't care about any of that. What mattered to her was

that there was a high score on this machine that matched her best.

She'd be damned if she was going to let that stand!



	Ranma, several guardsman and a few crewmen watched as she flew

her Lightning around several explosions, before opening fire with her

autocannon, reducing an Ork fighta-bomber to tin-foil. From the

ground below her, several Ork Big Gunz started blasting away. Lina

banked left, then launched a missile, wiping the Gunz from existance.

Her score climbed.



	Now came the traditional end of level boss. An Ork Gargant, a

giant robot in the distorted image of an Ork. The Servitor in her

aircraft located several weak points on the death machine. Each

location had a different points value, based on difficulty. Most

gamers went for the easy targets. Lina on the other hand, opened up

the turbines and raced past the machine, before coming back around

for an attack run.



	Las-fire sped forward from the Lightnings wing-tips, tearing

apart the Gargants back armour as it turned to face her. She sped

past, peppering the head section with autocannon fire, then performed

an Immelmann, bringing her about for another attack. The Gargants

mouth opened, revealing a large energy cannon preparing to fire.



	Lina launched her last rocket straight down it's throat before

pulling up and powering up the turbines to max. The screen cut to a

pre-made clip of the fighter launching into space, with the Gargant

blowing apart underneath it. Lina's score skyrocketed.



	Ranma smirked. "Enjoying yourself, ain't you?" he asked.



	"Damn straight," Lina replied. "Who knows when I'll get to play

one of these things again. Might as well enjoy it while I can. Hey,

anyone know if this is like the real thing?"



	"Not even close," a navy pilot said. "The game has ten, maybe

twelve buttons. The real things have nearly a hundred different

controls. And Gargants are a lot more dangerous then that."



	"Ouch," Lina commented. "I'll stick to the life of a

footslogger, me thinks. Oooh, Eldar. I love pounding on these guys!"



***



	And so time passed on the frigate Pioneer. Over the next two

weeks, life for the Guardsmen consisted of heavy training, sleep, and

relaxing. In her time off, Lina made the arcade her second home,

quickly putting the old high scores to shame. Ranma came in a close

second, but spent a lot of time in the gyms, sparing with other

trained fighters from both the Navy and Tokyo.



	Soon, there was only a day before the Tokyo regiments would

enter the battlefields of Redermade. Ranma found himself sitting in

an observertory, looking out over the void of space. They had dropped

out of Warp space and re-entered normal reality just over an hour

ago, and Ranma was hoping to see this world they'd be fighting on.



	"Ah, so this is where you've been hiding," a voice said. Ranma

glanced up to see Tenchi Masaki, a trooper from second platoon,

walking towards him, Lina not far behind. He'd met Tenchi in the gym,

where the pair had had a number of sparring matches.



	"Just admiring the view," he said. "What about you two?"



	"Looking for you actually," Lina said. "We're to be on our

transports at 1400 hours."



	"That gives us-" Ranma checked his watch, "-another ten hours.

What's the rush?"



	"Word is the rebels launched a major offensive. The Guardsmen

down there took a beating," Tenchi said. The swordsman looked out the

large viewport. "That's a nice view."



	"Peaceful too. Lap it up guys, we might not get to see it

again." Lina and Tenchi pulled up some seats. "Hey Tenchi, I've been

meaning to ask you, where'd you come from? Back on Tokyo, I mean."



	"I'm from outside Juuban, on the North continent," Tenchi

replied. "My grandfather was a minor noble of some sort, who grew

tired of all the politics and faked his death. Then he had a

daughter, who married my father, an architect. Mother died when I was

little, and after the woman I loved died, I decided to join the

Planetary Defense Force, and the Guard from there. There wasn't

really much left for me there. I didn't really want to follow in my

fathers footsteps, and Grandfathers old career had too many problems

in it, so I decided to make my own."



	Lina nodded. "It was really the same sorta choice for me. I'm

sure you heard all the stories about the deadly Lina Inverse, the

adventurer who defeated evil criminals and heretics all the time."

Both men nodded. "After a while, it became too much. I couldn't go

anywhere without being recognised. I'd gotten a reputation as a

trouble magnet, so people either avoided me, or tried to defeat me so

they could look big and strong. I had to get away from it all. When

the government declared they were raising Guard regiments, I realised

that this was my best chance to get away from the madness and just be

some soldier. Besides, there really wasn;t much for me back there."

She turned her attention to Ranma. "What about you Saotome? You've

mentioned a few bits and pieces before."



	Ranma sighed. "When I was a kid, Pops took me off on this

training trip. We spent the next ten years travelling across Tokyo,

until some of his past caught up with him. Namely, the fact he had

ripped off countless shopowners, and engaged we to at least ten

girls!" Ranma growled, and Lina and Tenchi sighed. "Anyway, the last

thing I saw of him was some guy in one of those powered suits you see

on docks for heavy lifting attacking him. We got seperated, and I

realised that the only way to avoid having all the problems there was

to simply sign up."



	"I guess we all have that in common," Tenchi said. The others

looked at him. "We didn't really have anything for us back home, and

we wanted to leave our pasts behind."



	Ranma nodded. "Yeah, well let's see how long our new lives last

before we get too comfortable."



***



	Redermade was a Hive world. That is, a planet with giant cities

containing tens of millions of people. The total population was over

currently estimated at over twenty billion, and had been closer to

forty before the Imperial Navy reduced several Hive cities to rubble.



	As Ranma stepped off the transport craft, he noted that it

really was just some dirtball with every natural resource drain dry.

"What does the Imperium want with a junk heap like this?" he

muttered.



	"Mankind must remain united," a Commissar said, "and those that

would seek to destroy our hard-earned unity must be punsihed, as a

lesson. Both to them, and to others that would follow in their

footsteps."



	Ranma glanced at the political officer. "Uh, right. Thanks so

very much." He turned to Lina. "I hate the propaganda answers," he

muttered.



	"Move it you lot!" The sergeant yelled. "Into the trucks!"



***



	"The Tokyo's are a rather new regiment," General Parker of

the Cadian 21st said. "They haven't had time to get a high opinion of

themselves like many other regiments."



	"That is true, but I have a major problem with them," replied

Colonel Nowles of the Valhallen 15th. "Women in combat? What a joke."



	"Have you forgotten the Adepta Sororitas?" Commissar Barnes

asked. "Those warriors are all women. The females of the Tokyo

Regiments prove their worth to the Emperor just as much as the men.

I admire their devotion."



	"We'll see how much you admire it after they see combat,"

Nowles replied. "Where are they being deployed anyway?"



***



	"What a dump," Ranma Saotome commented. He was right. The

battleground was hit hard by almost a year of constant war here,

leaving most of the place mud, mixed with a good helping of blood.

The mud was about a foot deep, which made for fun trenches.



	"Could be worse," Lina Inverse replied.



	"Yeah, how?"



	"I'm still thinking on that one."



	"Move it you two," their sergeant growled. Ranma barely

refained from hitting the man. Dilgear was so hairy it almost looked

like fur, and had the personality of a wolf. He bossed around anyone

lower ranked then him, and kissed the ass of anyone higher ranked.



	The squad walked down the trenches, until they were given their

billets. Some of the troopers, mostly city kids, were disgusted by

the sleeping arrangements. Ranma and Lina had more experience with

bad beds, and set up without a single complaint.



***



	Tenchi was manning a Heavy Bolter gun emplacement, cup of

caffiene in his hands. The night had passed without incident, and the

Tokyo Regiments were beginning their life as guardsmen. He'd spent

the last four hours on this metal tower, watching for enemy movement.



	So far, he was bored. Nothing had happened. Not that he minded

that, oh no. He'd like to keep it boring if possible.



	"Yo, Masaki."



	Tenchi looked down from the tower to see a guardsman climbing

the ladder. "Hey Bill. You get the food?"



	"Yeah. How much longer we stuck up here?"



	"Another two hours. Want a cup?"



	"Sure thing. Thanks."



	Just as Tenchi bent down, there was a distant ping. When he

turned around, Bills body slumped to the ground, part of his head

missing.



	Tenchi leapt for the Heavy Bolter. "We're under attack!" he

yelled into his comm-link. Through the weapons scope he saw figures

in the distance. "Enemy infatry at five hundred metres out!" He

squeezed down on the trigger, launching a barrage of large calibre

shells off into the distance. None hit, although the rebels dove for

cover.



	Las-fire emerged from almost four hundred metres out. The

attack had begun.



***



	Ranma flicked the safety off on his lasgun, then rested it on

top of the trench for a look through his scope. The rebels were still

four hundred metres out, too far for las-fire to have any effect, but

at least he'd know where to shoot.



	Suddenly, a tiny flash of light whizzed past his head, turning

a tiny glob of mud to steam and dirt. Ranma dropped back into the

trench. All that weakened blast would have done was given him a

slight rash if it hit, but it was still startling. "Shit! I guess

this is it," he muttered.



	Lina nodded, and loaded a fuel tank into her flamer. "Let's

make Tokyo proud."



	"We fire as soon as they're in range!" Sergeant Dilgear

growled. "Don't waste your ammo. Single shots, highest setting.

Inverse, switch to your lasgun until they're close. Open fire on my

signal."



	Ramna adjusted his gun, rested it against the trench. Looking

through his scope, he targeted one of the rebels. Bland and dull in

his grey body armour, he was to be Ranma's first kill. His finger

rested on the trigger, waiting.



	Then his world went up in fire.



***



	Tenchi glanced to the right. Almost twenty metres down the

trenches, a mortar shell had landed right in the middle of a squad.

"What was I thinking?" he muttered, sweeping the Heavy Bolter across

the approaching infantry. Through the bulky scope on top of the gun

he saw a two man weapons crew, reloading a mortar launcher. "Gotcha,"

he growled, spraying the area with the heavy rounds. Both men

dropped, spraying blood. Tenchi swung the gun away, blocking out the

image. "Washuu-chan was nothing compared to this!"



	Suddenly, his gun moaned and stopped firing. "Huh? Ammo jam!"

Quickly, he removed the ammo-belt, pulled out the jammed round,

reattached the ammo-belt and started firing again.



***



	Ranma climbed to his feet. Most of the squad was doing the same

thing. Three of them reamained on the ground. Sergeant Dilgear was

one of them.



	The city-kids were freaking, Ranma noticed. Lina and those

recruited from the TDF were pulling themselves together, but that

left two people ready to run.



	"Pull yourself together!" He yelled. "If you run, you'll be

remembered as cowards! Back on Tokyo your families will consider you

nothing but fools that pretended to be soldiers, then wimped out at

the first sign of trouble."



	"If we stay here we'll die," one of them replied.



	"If you run away you'll die! Either by a firing squad or a

Commissar shooting you in the back of the head. You won't get to

choose either. The only chance you have at surviving is to fight. All

of you, open fire!" Ranma led by example, firing at approaching

infantry. Lina followed up, with the rest of the squad close behind.



	In the distance, grey-coloured soldiers began to drop. Some of

those hit got back up, as las-fire was rather weak at these ranges.



	Enemy las-fire impacted against the trench, sending up puffs of

mud. Ranma dropped down to reload, then saw one of the corpses

clutching the squads rocket launcher. Dropping the lasgun, he grabbed

the bulky weapon and checked it. <Loaded with a frag missile.

Perfect.> "Fire in the hole!" he yelled as the rest of the squad

backed off. He squeezed the trigger.



	A small missile launched forward, raced across no-mans land,

and detonated in the middle of a rebel squad. "Reload," Ranma

ordered, popping open the launcher. One of the troopers tossed him

another frag missile. He aimed at another squad and fired. More

rebels died.



	Suddenly Lina screamed and dropped to the trench floor. Her

upper right arm was badly injured by a las-shot. The heat of the beam

had cauterised the wound, but she was still in a lot of pain. Ranma

tossed the launcher to another soldier and pulled her out off the

mud. "Are you all right?" he asked.



	"Hurts like hell," she replied through gritted teeth, "but I

can still fire a lasgun." Ranma helped her to her feet, and she

grabbed her lasgun from where it had fallen.



***



	The Heavy Bolter ran out of ammo at last. Tenchi grabbed his

lasgun and leapt off the tower. Below him, the rest of his squad

blazed away, cutting down the enemy.



	"Bolter's dry," he said to the platoon commander, some

Lieutenant by the name of Zolf.



	"Get your lasgun and form up with your squad," Zolf replied. He

turned his attention to the comm-link in his hands. "Company command,

this is second platoon command. Rebel infantry attack on our

posistion has stalled. Request armoured support to push them back."



	Tenchi flicked off the saftey on his lasgun and ran towards his

squad. Then he stopped as he saw a flash of light in the distace.

"What the?"



***



	"Oh shit," Ranma muttered. "Tanks!" He glanced at the squad.

"Where's the comm-set?" One of the men stopped shooting and handed

him the headset. "Company command, this is first platoon first squad.

We have tanks approaching our posistion."



	"1-1 this is company command, can you get an estimate on the

number of tanks and their make?"



	"Checking now." Ranma risked looking over the edge of the

trench. "I count six Leman Russ Main Battle Tanks, two Leman Russ

Exterminators, and a Leman Russ Demolisher. No sign of any tanks

based off Chimera designs."



	"Understood 1-1. We are directing armoured veichles to your

posistion."



	"Great," Ranma muttered as the line went dead. "Well, until

they get here.... KILL ANYTHING THAT MOVES!"



***



	Several tanks trundled forward, painted in the dark grey of the

rebels. The mud and dirt didn't slow them down in any way. In fact,

the only thing slowing them down was that they didn't want to outpace

the infantry and be left open to an attack.



	In the lead tank, the commander of the attack group barked out

a series of orders, both to infantry and armour alike. Glancing out

of a thin slot, the commander saw the trench ahead, and a steady

stream of las-fire that came from it.



	"Fire on that trench," he ordered. "Units 12 through 17,

prepare to assault the breach."



***



	Ranma fired on full auto into the approaching infantry, cutting

them down even as they tried to find cover. Then he saw the Leman

Russ Demolisher turn towards them, it's short-range cannon taking

aim. "Move!" he yelled, running down the trench. The other guardsmen

bolted.



	With a roar like thunder, the section of trench exploded,

knocking Ranma off his feet. A body landed nearby. It was holding the

squads missile launcher. Ranma grabbed it, as well as a unarmed krak

missile that had landed nearby. Loading the launcher, he fired off a

shot at the Demolisher.



	The shell detonated harmlessly against the thick frontal armour

of the tank.



	"Have we got anything that'll get through that armour?" he

growled.



	"Third squad had a Lascannon, but I think it got blasted," Lina

replied, tossing him another Krak missile. "Try to hit the vision

slit." She tossed away her lasgun and got her flamer ready.



	Ranma aimed and fired. The missile hit near the vision slit at

the front of the tank, but didn't seem to do any damage.



	Suddenly, the tank went up in a massive fireball, shrapnel

killing a number of rebels. Ranma glanced behind him to see a

Destroyer Tank Hunter, its powerful Laser Destroyer Cannon smoking.



	The Imperial Armour had arrived.



***



	With the arrival of the Armour to support First Company, it

quickly became a case of blow the other side up first. The rebels

were at a disadvantage. Their tanks were in the open, exposed to the

weaponry of the Imperial Guard.



	The advance of the rebel infantry stalled, giving the Guardsmen

time to cut down more of them with las-fire. And when they finally

closed in, Lina and other troopers were waiting for them with

flamers. While almost a hundred burned, the rest retreated, their

morale destroyed with the last blows. Many more were cut down as they

ran.



***



	Ranma removed the dog tags from the dead guardsmen, then had

others stack the bodies on carts. They'd be taken away from the front

lines to prevent infection.



	The bodies of the rebels in no mans land were a different

story. Anyone that tried to move those bodies would most likely be

shot by enemy snipers. They pushed the corpses about three metres

away from the trenches with their weapons, tools and such, but that

was all they could do.



	"Trooper Saotome?" Ranma glanced up to see the platoon

lieutenant standing there. He snapped to attention. "At ease. I

understand it was you that took command of this squad after Sergeant

Dilgear was killed?"



	"Yes sir."



	"Good job. Effective immediately, you're promoted to corperal

and placed in command of this squad. Understand?"



	"Y-yes sir," Ranma stammered.



	"Good. Report to me in two hours with full details on your

squads current combat efficency."



	As the Lieutenant walked off, Lina slapped him on the back.

"Way to go sir!" she yelled.



	"Gee, thanks, I think," he replied. "You're my second in

command. I buy it, you take over, got it?"



	"Sure. Real confident about your life span, ain't you?"



	"Take a look at Dilgear and then see if you feel confident,"

Ranma replied.



	"Good point," Lina muttered.



	Ranma looked out over no mans land. According to the Imperium

religion, war was a vital part of the galaxy. Mankind had to fight to

defend themselves against the alien horrors that threatened humanitys

very existance.



	<So why are we fighting humans then?> Ranma thought. If it

wasn't humans he was killing, maybe it would be all right.



	All that mattered was that here, man was fighting man, for a

wasteland that had no purpose. And as he thought about it, Ranma

wondered just what he was thinking when he enlisted.



***



	End part one



***



	In the next installment of Soldiers of the Imperium, we see the

Tokyo Rgeiments begin to settle in. Corperal Saotome learns just why

command sucks, and another rebel attack extends into the trenches

themselves.



***



	Authors Notes:



	This one came after reading the Gaunt's Ghost series by Dan

Abnett. These books are good for any fans of sci-fi and war, even if

you don't like the Warhammer 40,000 table-top game.



	After this, I watched Ranma 1/2 The Movie, and a bit of

Slayers, then Saving Private Ryan, and then this just popped into my

head. Put familar characters in the warzones of the Imperium and

watch what happened.



	With this story, I'm not going for the humor of Ranma, or the

magical mayhem of Slayers or anything else. In the Imperium, war is

everywhere, and death close by. This is going to be pretty serious,

and more so as time goes on. There will be moments of humor of

course, but not as many as the anime some of the characters are

originally from.



	Matrix Dragon

	"The distinction between Trade and Warfare is seen only by

those who have no experience of either." - Heironymo Sondar, House

Sondar.







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