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After re-entering the Starboard lounge after a quite abrupt exit.... I view that I was beat re-entering the now low bid remolded interior by Dr. Glad
man he is fast ... humm ... noticing a sighing and laughing Harlequnne ( she pulls off both in the same time frame well ) ... but more concerned with Ebon angel consuming a wet sandwich covered with glitter what is that going to taste like... these fellow adventurers are to be desired to team with!

noticing the clean up bots are already starting to advance on the damaged room ... they are not going to process the glitter in there recycling deposit holding drum well ... suddenly a portal opens up on the Port side of the Starboard lounge bulk head ... and a bot that looks like a trash container with a whole lot of electronics installed on the its body steps through and starts to magnetically combining the clean up bots into a bigger entity ... while blasting the newly combined clean-up bots with dark energy ... the assembled attack bot starts looking at the stunned patrons ...
I yell loudly " we better from a team fast ..."

Axer shut his eyes and appreciated how snug his oversized trench coat felt after he'd lowered himself into the chest area so his head wasn't visible out of the collar area. He'd done this since childhood, when he first played interactive virtual reality in "The Legend of Sleepy Hollow", that ancient Earth fable his holosuite's desire analyzers had selected to fit his mood that day. Something about being headless really felt great to him.

So Axer had taken to the oft-ridiculed habit of burying his head in a large trench coat whenever he wanted some time alone. This week he'd been trying a large woman's trench coat actually, experimenting with buttons and the fabric texture.. this had provoked his friends into asking all the same old questions he'd gone through with them years ago, when they first found out about his habit.

Axer was comfortably sitting in his soft, women's trench coat, head in the chest area, nothing coming out of the collar, just as he liked it, and was finishing his poster, when, suddenly, a deafening noise filled the Lounge - it sounded like a baby cackling, and then there was a crisp POP. The room filled with gasps and groans of irritation. Axer peeked out between the middle buttons of his coat, and saw the entire room and all the people around him covered in silver shimmery dots of what looked like stars in space. He saw his cheesecake was fully covered in the glitter. A rancid smell had also filled the room. He shook his head, thinking to himself, "Another reason to stay deep inside a coat." He finished the last letter of the poster he was making, gazed at it, and stood up. He didn't know what was going on in there, but he had to leave to catch the Technopede Transport so he could make it home before dark. There had been weird cyborgs on the streets lately at night, looking really spaced out and doing some kind of arms-linked ritual together.. so far they hadn't done anything else, but he didn't want to run into them tonight. He had tried an eye shot of Megalatrex a Novo Universalist had given him on the street earlier that day, and he heard it sometimes could cause crazy hallucinations. He couldn't concern himself with all this crazy shit he was experiencing that may or not may not be actually happening. He marched up to the Lounge's bulletin board, blew off some glitter, and posted his sign - it read, "I AM NOT A DEVASTATOR. WE DEMAND A FAIRER TITLE" - underneath, it had spots for others to sign. The robotender eyed him with clear hostility, and its bottle-opener hook hand became a blur as it spun round in a circle to dry the inside of a tumbler. Axer ran out of the Lounge and down the corridor. He saw a young woman sitting on the ceiling smashing pumpkin pies into her own face. Then he saw some dark tendrils rising out of the ground..

With astonishment i look upon, Ebon Angel kicking a severed head down the south entrance to the starboard lounge and wonder ... don't want to make her mad ether ... gee that list is getting longer ... being pointed out by Ebon Angel , Harlequynne's ' real location in the lounge , i spin around and realize that Harlequynne's has illusion and hover powers, i'm so relived. Again i start to wondering... now ...about her heritage on board the Justice... and who she got her powers from.
I reach into my utility belt and take out a small container , i inch round , made of clear crystallized Bismuth, it contains , yesterday's collection of UN-dust, I gathered form my rounds in the portable water treatment facility where i cleaned out those dang ... SRAG's again ... I ponder is this what gives Harlequynne and all of us these powers ... or is it our ancestors ???

Staring with a gaping mouth and stone fixed eyes, at Penniguin's needles "I think... what a wonder full weapon and functional too ,just think of the convenience of not having to have to go back to the apartment just to get crafting tools ( knitting needles ) and then having to schlep all the way down to the starboard lounge to tell every one of ones exploits of how one cleared the Nag's and Srag's from the generator room!

Certainly i'm a lucky hero to have such a Smart Woman who put up with my antics. Adding to the my thoughts... Thank you to my ancestors who set out on this ships Adventure so long ago ... I got such a grate life aboard Justice.

Wonder what the other heroes are thankful for ?????

picking up my drink I think " wow what my grate grate grandfather did in shipping out on this ship just to see the stars well... "
I set my drink down and look around the lounge and see all the descendants of those heroes that set out on this adventure into space on board the " Justice " how many bad guys have we dispatched and how many more will we in the future ????

is this all its about ?????