WILL our heroes finally have the memorial for their fallen comrades? And WILL LICC3 break the 13-board curse? Tune in...NOW!

What 13 board curse?

Listen, I won't trouble you guys any more at this time of night. I'll let you get back to sleep. I'll see you in the morning.

Frangelica hugs Artsy and strides towards the door. She pauses on the threshhold. Very slowly, she says...

No, on second thought, I won't see you tomorrow. I'm going to go call on my friend Orpheo. I want to ask him something.

Obsy, will you tell Kiehart I'll be back in a few days and I may have something very useful? Thanks!

(Klassikos is sitting in the library on the starbase leafing through an old record book, so he doesn't catch the reference to Orpheo and is unable to comment on its similarity to the name Orpheus, who... well, it's mentioned on LICC3 Part 2)

An arrow flies over Klasskios' head. Fortunately it has a sucker-tip on the end like that of a bathroom plunger.

"Fred, cease and desist!"

Klassikos turns around. Two men have entered the room. Both are in their twenties, one looks serious, perhaps a little too serious, and is wearing dark grey overalls. The other one has a wacky grin on his face, and is in a silly-looking Robin Hood costume, complete with bow and quiver with arrows, and a hat with a feather in it.

"I apologise for my friend's behavior," says the serious one. "But I have heard you are looking for information on the person known as Roani. We know much about him, we are part of the T.R.A.S.H.* Come aboard our ship and we can show you some of our records."

"Plus some cool movies!" says the silly-looking one.

*Team of Really Amazing Superheroes

I guess a fancy dinner can wait...
I know you're busy, but I'd like to say a few things...
First, thanks for inadvertently rescuing me and taking me in. I hope'll be as good a team member as your Tacoman was.
Second, I've been looking over your records, and I've found something interesting...
In my dimension, there was a group called the Callahanian Army of Light. It's actually a splinter group from the orignial, which was, and presumably still is, a group of interdimensional travelers looking to have fun and save the universe. From what I understand, when they visit a dimension, certain inhabitents of that dimension set up their own version of the CAoL, with dimensional variations, of course.
Commander Milkshake looks up from his work, as if to say "your point?"
Anyway, my point is that from looking at your records about THIS universe, I've seen evidence of the CAoL in action here... don't worry, they're a good bunch of people.

Good, I'm glad. Maybe they can help us out of a sticky spot sometime.

A final 'CLUNK' resounds throughout the ship as the ship is locked into Kesprit's orbital facility again

All right, I'm going to get some sleep. Computer, shift change.

Dwee-dwoop!

Alex, if you're going to stay up, feel free to take the chair for Gamma shift.

Milkshake heads over to the turbolift, waits as the bridge members of Gamma shift arrive, and then leaves

Tacoman looks around at the Gamma Shift
Well folks, I guess I'm in command for this shift. I know I'm not your original Tacoman, but I hope I can earn your trust and your respect.
Tacoman sits in the Big Chair, something he had the opportunity to do only a couple of times in his original dimension...more, if you count those romantic moments with the Frangelica...well, let's not get into that.
Comfortable.

Kiehart hobbles onto the birdge, and sees the new tacoman in the command chair. "You don't look as comfortable there as the Man did. Hi, I don't think we were ever actually introduced, what with the rather hectic pace round here the past few days. I'm Jason Kiehart. Lopez tells me you and he already met. Says you're quite the pilot. You know, uh, the head of Banshee Three Flight passed away during the Darth Terror incident. I was wondering if you'd be interested in the job."

Rikard walks in from the other side of the bridge seconds after Kiehart entered.
I wouldn't say that Jason. I think he looks pretty natural sitting in it.

He looks up at the lights.

Gamma shift huh? Well, I should probably head to my quarters. Hey, Kiehart, I just wanted to inform you that the new pilots for Yellow, or Hornet Squadron as they seem to be calling themselves now, will arrive in two weeks. We won't be having a memorial here for the deceased Yellow pilots. Most of the families wanted them to be fired into the Sun, so I'll be gone for a few days. Just thought I'd give you the head's up. G'night guys.

Rikard leaves the bridge.

"Night Josh." Kiehart walks up and stands next to the Cpatain's Chair. "I would sleep myself but I got enough sleep while I was sedated. I'm nowhere near tired yet. 'Sides, I'm not on active duty for another week or two anyway so it's not like sleeping in is gonna be bad news for us." He pats the new Tacoman on the shoulder.

After Frangelica has left, Artsy picks up Quito again. The little alien yawns, rubbing at her sleepy eyes. The artist carries her to the small bed set near her own bunk, and the small girl curls up with her new doll and is asleep in about half a minute.

Artsy comes back to Observer, who has watched this quietly, and softly hugs him, soft pink fighting with grateful yellow. "Thanks for looking after her," she whispers.

(A yellowshirt delivering a PADD walks up to the bar)

"I'll have a Tom & Jerry."

Okay.

(Juiceman goes to prepare this when the yellowshirt hears)

"Mrowwww mrow!"

"Squeek! Squeek!"

(Just before the Juiceman hits the button the yellowshirt says)

"Is it too late to change that to a beer?!"

Not at all.

(The Juiceman opens the lid and a cat runs out followed by a mouse wielding a mallet)

"Oh. This message is for you."

Thanks.

(He reads it.)

Oh, no! Drought has hit my home planet. They need me & my juicing abilities back there. Looks like I'll have to leave the LICC, and Zen Forward, for awhile.

(A man & woman sit in a booth in Zen Forward)

Woman: I... I can't believe you're leaving...

Man: Yep. After the memorial service.

Woman: Why didn't Milkshake request that you stay?

Man: Well, he's been busy. It probably slipped his mind.

Woman: You'll message me from the Cabe?

Man: uh, I'm stationed on the Patterson.

Woman: Earlier you said you were stationed on the Cabe?

Man: Must of been confused. What's stationed on the Cabe.

What: Did I hear my name?

Man: Yes. We were talking about you being stationed on the Cabe & my being stationed on the Patterson.

What: Yeah and Who's stationed on the Brehm.

Woman: No, Who's on the Patterson.

Who: Idontknow is on the Patterson. Hi honey. Have the guys been keeping you company?

Idontknow a.k.a. Man: Oh look. I forgot to deliver this PADD to Milkshake. It seems he's been promoted to captain. Bye.

What: And I have to deliver this to Rikard. He's now a Commander.

First a.k.a. Woman: I never realized before just how much you three look alike.

Tacoman looks over at Kiehart
Hopefully, this will be a quiet shift.
Thanks for the offer for being a permenant pilot.. I'll think about it and get back to you when things are less busy... It does sound tempting, though.
Speaking of that...Get the record of the battle from the fighter I was using and send it back to the repair base. I was told it came from there.
By the way, Jason, have you heard of a group called the Callhanian Army of Light at work around here?

(A little surprised, Observer smiles at Artsy)

No problem, we had a nice day together. Well, I should let you both get your sleep now.

Kiehart's eyebrows raise. "How do you know about the Callahans? As far as I known they've never been to an LICC universe."

Go Ahead. Make My Day.

Well, from what I know, they visited my LICC universe some time ago, and a small group of people from my universe started their own version of the CAoL.
Now, as I told your Commander, I've been reading over your records and I've discovered similar patterns here, too...
So, tell me about yourself, Jason.

Well, I'm Adon's author and I like.... wait a minute? How did I get into the story? I had better try and get out of here!!!

Vanishes in a puff of smoke.

Kiehart shurgs. "Not much. Just your average guy who's adulterous mother's boyfriend tried to kill him resulting in him being picked up by the Wanderers who find out he's an Anti-Wanderer 'designed to kill Wanderers and given new memories and a new identity where he thinks he's a Redshirt until a beam falls on him and it barely hurts followed by getting blowmn into space, twice, having my hair color drastically changed, going through weapons like Pez, getting a new fighter, crashing warships, falling in love with matriarchs who get assassinated, go into a coma and eventually become Flight Commander on the most popular spaceship in the galaxy. You know, typical stuff. So, how about you?"

Fairly average myself...
Born on the Earth's moon to a fighter shuttle pilot father and a mining operation owner mother, went to the Academy and became a fighter pilot, eventually made my way onto the Spidership just in time for the O'kak's invasion of the galaxy. The O'kaks invaded Earth, causing the fleet to counterattack, which eventually lead me here. In fact, I'm just about to write a report to Commander Milkshake about my life so far...
I'm a darn good pilot, with lots of battles under my belt.

Rikard has is just about to go to bed when his doorchime rings.
Come in.
It's Lt. What.
Rikard: Lieutenant. What can I do for you?
What: I just came to deliver this PADD sir.
Rikard: Oh, thanks.
Rikard takes the PADD and reads.
Rikard: Hmm. Thank you Mr. Who.
What: I'm Mr. What sir.
Rikard: Oh, of course. Sorry Ensign.
What: Lieutenant.
Rikard: That's what I said.
What: Right sir, good night.
Rikard: Night Lieutenant, and good luck on Patterson.
What: Cabe sir.
The doors close with a swish.
Rikard: Right, Cabe. Bed time. Computer, sleep lights please.
The lights dim as Rikard finally goes to bed.

In sickbay Jadlad wakes up from his bizarre little dreams.

Holodoc: Well, according to these readings you can leave now Lieutenant. I recommend you only take lite duty for the next couple of days. But as often as you wind up here, I'm tempted to request Sickbay be made your permanent quarters.

Jadlad: Okay. Thanks doc.

Jadlad puts on a standard LICC blueshirt uniform until he can get to his quarters for one of his spare costumes.

Holodoc: And no dimension hopping!

Jadlad: Okay! Jadlad mutters under his breath. He's as bad as my mother.

Holodoc: I heard that!

Kiehart shrugs. "Well, at least your parents weren't in a loveless marriage. My parents cheated on each other all the time, and they never learned any of the servants names. Oh, and you're gonna love this. Guess how many times I've have buildings fall on me?" Lt. Tacoman shrugs. "5 freaking times. Can you beleive it?" He laughs. "Anyway, L.T., as soon as the replacements get in, I'll set up some Simulator runs for you." Lt. Tacoman looks insulted. "Hey, trust me you've never handled anything like a Banshee before. The engines were designed to outrun O'Kak missiles after all. You gootta have the reflexes of a Jedi to handle her in close-quarters."

Unfortunately a careless blueshirt finishes eating his banana & discards the peel just outside Sickbay.

Hearing the blueshirt behind him shortly after he had already left sickbay Jadlad looks behind him and spots the peel on the floor.

Pick that peel up and dispose of it properly mister!

Seeing the Lieutenant's rank on Jadlad's uniform he promptly does what he says and then after Jadlad's out of site he eats another banana and again leaves the peel outside Sickbay on the floor and walks off.

Darn it! I forgot to bring what was left of my uniform.

As Jadlad makes his way back to Sickbay he misses seeing the new peel, slips on it, and twists his ankle. Just then the Doctor comes to the door to see what the noise is and notices Jadlad on the floor.

See what I mean Lieutenant?

You know, I have the plans of some of the fighters of my dimension...
The best ones are designed with a synaptic interface, so that the pilot and the ship pretty much become one entity... of course, the ship doesn't fully activate until the pilot is connected. Also, the only ones who are allowed them are the pilots who are considered the best of the best. I'm proud to say I'm one of them. It makes for some great response times.

Jason - Well, I'm Adon's author

So does that mean you're now out of work?

The Turbolift opens, revealing Butrfli, looking like she's been crying. She notices Tacoman in the Command Chair, lets out a cry of joy, and then goes "oh" as she realizes and remembers the situation. She next notices Kiehart standing next to the chair and goes over to talk to the two of them.
Hello Kiehart. Any word on the location of Fran and Logan?
She turns to Tacoman
And as for you, I'm still not sure what to think. Why did you have to appear instead of my Tacoman?
Tacoman: I have no idea. I'm just as suprised as you. I'm sorry for your loss, and hopefully, you'll find your lost children.
Butrfli, sniffing: Thank..Thanks...

Kiehart sighs. "Well, we do have a few leads. The Conclave pointed me and Frangelica to Furbay and Artsy. Furb had some thoughts. He said that we may be able to use Adon's body as a clue. We'll find them. Don't worry."

Butrfli: Thanks. I was thinking about going over to the Kesprit station. Would either of you like to join me?
Tacoman: I would like to, but I have command of this shift.
Butrfli: Jason?

Kiehart shurgs. "Sure. I'll keep my comm-link open so Furby or Frangelica can call me if they need me. Besides, I haven't been off-ship in like forever. I wonder if they have a comic shop on this station."

Outside of your weapons, I didn't peg you as much of a traditionalist, Kiehart.

Jason, Butrfli and Alex turn to see Milkshake step out of the Turbolift. Alex begins to get up. Milkshake waves his hand no, and sits at one of the empty science stations.

Spidermobile, what's your ETA for Valgrila? Delegations from several planets want to attend Tacoman & Adon's memorial service.

Insane is walking the corridors of the starbase when he hears singing coming from a room off to his left. Curious, he goes in and sees that he is in an auditorium. Several kids are singing onstage, something about a protector of food. Insane turns to the only other person there, and Aztec, and asks him:

"It's a song about Tacoman, isn't it?"

"Yes," the Aztec replies, "One name for him is Protector of Food, as he was the protector of the Sacred Taco Recipes, not to mention those of General Martok."

"We knew so little of him on the Spidership. He was always just our captain."

"I think he was fondest of being your captain."

Hi Admiral Bob, this is Scott Free. I'm mannng the com right now because all of our real officers are either asleep or unwinding. We've had a pretty draining few days, I can tell you. I expect it will take us about another 24 hours to complete all-around repairs to the ship and crew, so we should arrive at Valgrila in about 2 days. Keep in touch, 'kay?

Shortly after Kiehart and Butrfli leave, a small dark figure apparates onto the bridge, thrusting a PADD into the folds of its cloak. This is really an unnecessary gesture, since the PADD had already been secured there for some time, but somehow it seems more dramatic this way.

Hi boys, I'm back. A cursory nod is bestowed upon Alexander Tacoman, and some cautious sidling puts several pieces of furniture between him and her. Milkshake, you're looking much better! What's the status of our repairs? Will we be leaving for Valgrila soon, d'ya think?

In a few hours, the repairs have been going faster than usual. How are you doing?

Tacoman notices Frangelica's reaction to him and says
Don't worry, Frangelica. Now that I know you aren't the Frangelica from my dimension, I won't try to kiss you passionatly again. It was a gut reaction on my part, and I apologize if I caused you discomfort. It was just that the Frangelica of my dimension and I had quite a relationship.
Suddenly, the turbolift doors open again and Butrfli reappears. She goes up to Milkshake, hands him a data chip, and says
I Forgot to give this to you. It's for the memorial service. I found it in Jackson's suit as I was looking it over. From what I can tell, it's a holographic image of Jackson, to be played on the event of his death. It's programmable and everything...
I have to go.. Kiehart's waiting on the next floor.
With that, She reenters the turbolift, and it descends.
Tacoman: It looks like your Tacoman was one heck of a guy.

Oh, by the way Commander, I have something for you...
Tacoman hands Milkshake a PADD.
It's a brief report on who I am and what my universe is like.

Butrfli and the new Tacoman give Kiehart an odd look. "Comics, Jason?" "Yeah. I'll buy some comics, eat some Apple Jacks, drink some YooHoo!, and watch some porn, maybe play a little hockey later. You know, typical guy sutff." Tacoman rolls his eyes, and mutters under his bretah, "Freakin' fan-boy."

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Too much information!
Hugs her seven year old.
Goodbye LICC.
Quickly changes stations.

What's Yoo-Hoo, mommy?

Rocket Ranger, who has been listening to Kiehart, speaks.

Hockey?! Hockey?! This is opening day of Baseball season, and you want to watch HOCKEY?!?!

He pauses and calms down.

Pick me up a few issues of Flying Fox Guy, Wonderous Woman, Colonel USA and Steel Man, if you don't mind.

By the way, if you could find an issue of Aardvark Man, could you get it for me?

While Quito sleeps, Artsy sits alone in front of the two statues and contemplates the inscription and the mysterious voice which had whispered in her mind. The strange letters shimmer a bit on the silver base of Adon's memorial. "He is not dead, only sleeping," she quotes to herself. How in Light could that be? Maybe Frangelica has returned from her journey.... Artsy catches herself turning towards the door and stalks back to her bed instead. A little more sleep might be in order, while she can get it.

But sleep is elusive tonight. The silver statue moves in her half-dreams, lifting his sword in salute, stretching out a hand to someone she cannot see and then dissappearing behind a wall of glittering mist....

Alright, I want to know if my plan will succeed and I want a simple yes or no answer, not one of those 'subject to interpretation' answers you oracles are so infamous for, and if you don't plainly state your answer, your daughter will die. Understand?

Oracle: Yes. (The oracle closes his eyes for several minutes, opens them, then pausing a moment says) If you go to Valgrila you will kill Sailor Evil.

What?!? (Good lets go of the Oracle's daughter and jumps up in the air) Yes!!! All right! Yippeeeeeeeee! Finally, I can get rid of that awful counterpart and... (She notices that the oracle & his daughter have taken the opportunity to escape) Hey! Oh, well. Even if my quest fails it'll still be worth it! Hee hee hee!

Ask again.

Ask what again?

Would you like some toast?

What is the flight velocity of an unladen sparrow?

Who are you?

What do you want?

What has 4 legs in the morning, 2 legs at noon and 3 legs at night?

Answer hazy, ask again

Suddenly, a redshirt runs by and throws a pie right at Milkshake's face.

APRIL FOOL'S, CAPTAIN!

Fortunately, someone has a fan turned on, and its set to high. The fan causes the pie to reverse course and hit the redshirt smack in the face instead.

Unfortunately for the redshirt, its a Coconut Cream pie, and he's allergic to Coconut. FATALLY allergic to Coconut...

Anybody seen Furby? I want to talk to him.

I'm here, right under the chair. Btw, I just bought an internet auction house and renamed it. Har har har!

That's Friday's spelling flame.

Several hours later, the Spidership enters orbit around Valgrila, accompanied by a large fleet of ships full of people who were there to attend the memorial service.

Commander, should we inform the Archangel about the memorial service?

Certainly.

Milkshake's now dressed in a somber black suit, of the kind common in the early 31st century. He looks a little out of place in the captain's chair.

All right, just a few hours left. Observer's arranged some sort of gathering afterward, but I don't know what he has in mind.

Milkshake double-checks the memorial arrangements on his PADD. Satisfied that everything is in place, he looks up at Butrfli. The grieving widow has Frangelica and Artsy close by for support.

How are you feeling, Butrfli?

"Hmm" Donna says, forgetting she is in a library. "This may work in returning Tacoman and Adon to life." She begins to page the bridge, "Donna to bridge, I found a way to bring Adon and Tacoman back to life. However, the only way is if one of the living will give up their life for either of theirs. So basically, it's worthless. "

Browsing thru the auction items at Furbay in the categorie "resurrection".

1. A guy named Apophis sells a resurrection sarcophargus, only 10000 years old and rarely used. (Hm, the only side effect is walking like an Egyptian afterwards.)

2. A rat (???) named Blienmeis offers the Ankh (Morpok???) of Resurrection, of course stolen.

3. Oh, there's the Book of Resurrection again. (Well, my dear brother tried it already but instead of a living Tacoman we now have a talking stasis chamber. At least Holodoc has now somebody to chat with during his spare time.)

4. A Frankenstein Device. (The Pokemon-powered treadmill surely could produce enough energy to try it...)

5. Luigi Vercotti knows the addresses of Adon's and Tacoman's authors and will blackmail them if the bidder wants. (Hey!)

Butrfli, dressed in a classic black funeral dresses looks at Milkshake and says
I'm ok for now...But when the memorial service starts, I may break down for a while.
Oh yes, before I forget...
Butrfli presses a button on the Interdimensional Communicator, which informs the Archangel about the service. The turbolift doors open, and Tacoman steps out wearing a black suit, much like what Commander Milkshake is wearing.
It's lucky that the replicators can do a rush job. I left most of my stuff in my home dimension, remember.

Quincy K. Rocket appears, wearing a black Galactic Order dress uniform with silver and purple trim. Wayne Reid and Kent Cranston are with him, dressed in the same attire.

There won't be any Space Marshals anywhere near the funeral, so we can go in proper Galactic Order attire. That's already been taken care of.

The turbolift doors open. Ojanon steps out, wearing his usual green robes, but without the mask and cloak.

I just talked to some of the crewmembers. Crimson Crossbow, Poke-a-Man, 12 of 10, and Lord of the Hamburgers decided to stay behind and help look after the ship.

He walks over to Butrfli.

They send their condolences, however.

Quincy looks at Ojanon.

Quincy: You're in your robes. Are not coming to the funeral, Ojanon?

Ojanon: Yes. I'm coming. Lifeblood Sorcerors may not wear black, because it is a color associated by evil amongst our various orders. Which is why I'm in my usual robes. I left my cloak and mask in my quarters because I believed that wearing them would be disrespectful. But I do have my weapon hidden underneath my robes in case anyone tries to interrupt the ceremony. Knowing LICC's enemies, I wouldn't put it past them.

Quincy: Heh. We think alike. I have my armor-summoning bracers on.

Kiehart finds the kesprit Comic Shop, called Kesprit's Secret Stash, and walks in, amazed at the size of the place. "Wow. OK, I'll find those comic for the crew, then I'll hit the Magna section for myself." He walks through and sees a boy in a black adn red shirt reading a book, leaning against the wall. Kiehart sees how he;'s holding the book. "Hey, how you doing? Finding everything OK?" The guy looks up and nods. Kiehart smiles back. "Yeah, uh, you know, the way you're holding that? You're gonna bend the spine." The guy in the shirt shrugs. "So?" Kiehart sighs, and grabs the guy's collar. "Hey! It's a comic book, not your dick. Show some respect."

Captain... sorry, I mean Commander... I have more bad news. Apparently our computers have been under attack. I shall attempt to repair the damage.

Thanks, Quantum, but I think it can wait until after the service.

Milkshake overhears Quincy's and Ojanon's conversation

I wouldn't count on any enemies attacking us here, fellas. Not with a full battle group of the Terran Navy as an honor guard and who knows how many other superhero groups here to attend the memorial. We're about as safe as we can get.

Did someone remember to leave a speeder at the Kesprit station so Kiehart could rejoin us?

(The image of Vice-President Absurd appears on the main viewscreen)
Ahoy, Spidermobile! Permission to come aboard?

Well, the speeder I used in the Frogship battle belonged to the station, so I left it with them when we redocked.

I think Butrfli's okay for the moment, Artsy, if you need to go and see to the ceremonial stuff. But can I talk with you afterward?

Donna, c'mere a minute. Talk to me about this necromancy resurrection thing. And Furby-- oh, both Furbies! hi!-- Kiehart was supposed to talk to you before, have you found anything?

"Well, Ma'am. Necromanic theory involves taking a dead body, summoning a enity to posess it, binding it with a life force, and then animating it. Now, depending on what kind of undead creature you want, the spell of animation changes. How long the body has been dead for and the manner of death both factor in. However, only Vampires and Liches retain knowlege of their former lives, and at my experiance in the black arts, most likely you would just get a EVIL Tacoman. Even though Vampires have been turned into humans. The second problem is the afterlife. All the dead enter a reception area. There they can be reincarnated or pass on to the Great Beyond, which no one has ever willingly returned from. However, due to Tacoman's close relatives, he can never actually enter the GB until their mourning for him has passed. Adon as a Wanderer will have to be reincarnated as a new Wanderer, as soon as his body undergoes funeral rites. As long as the wake contines, their souls will remain near their bodies. If Adon is reincarnated, bringing him back will not be possible, unless we can find his new form. For Tacoman, one of us just has to go to the reception area, and ask the Receptionist of the Dead, to release him. If you can find someone to do that, I'll give you a list of things you'll need. It is also possible to exchange your life for one of theirs."

6. A dude named Khan Jr. offers an used Genesis device and a portable Katra detector. Protomatter not included.

7. The Universe's Strongest Smelling Salt - brings back the dead. Guaranteed!

8. Jimmy Durante sings "Reincarnation".

I'm not completely familiar with the traditions of the Wanderers but don't the bodies of dead ones disappear immediately after their death? Adon's body is still here on the ship.

Maybe it has something to do with the Furby venom? The stasis chamber told me that his legs are now completely covered with blue fur.

He'll be very mad at me when he comes back. Oh-oh.

Listens with horror to the idea that the souls of the Dead pass on when mourning ceases.
Oh my goodness, we're practically out of time already!

Frangelica claps her hands to her head and thinks aloud in a high-speed stream of idea-forming.

I don't like the idea of raising anyone from the dead at all. At all. The fact that Commander Milkshake already tried and failed seems to indicate that there are powers at work here that really want the dead to stay dead. As far as I'm concerned, there are few things worse than Dead-Tacoman-and-Adon-leaving-an-aching-void-in-our-midst, but one of them is definitely Undead-Tacoman-and-Adon-who-try-to-eat-our-brains-and-then-we-have-to-kill-them-again. If we're going to monkey with the Fates of Men, we'd better go to the Underworld and do it right, or not do it at all. So hypothetically, Donna, what would one need to go see this Receptionist and offer a life for a life?

Furby, that's a really good point about Adon's body. I hadn't thought of that. So his body is still here, I'm hearing voices in my head, Artsy is getting randomly inspired, and everything argues that he's not getting reincarnated as he should be. Well, as I see it, maybe the mind-altering affects of that bite have had some adverse affect on Adon's spirit. If-- correct me if I'm wrong-- a crucial component of the antidote for Furby venom is a hair of the Furby that bit you, Adon may still be linked to you in some way that prevents him from passing on to a new life. And maybe we can use that!

Maybe it was a good thing that I didn't inject Adon with the antidote. I'd say we let his fur grow for now and concentrate on Tacoman's return.

A silvery portal opens, causing a bitterly cold breeze to pass through all in front of it. Kiehart steps out. "Ok, that's weird. Aren't most Wanderer portals pink? I disticntly remember them being pink last time I opened one." He shurgs. "Anyway, everyone, I got your comics." He present a two foot high stack of comic books to the bridge crew. "Quince, yours are on top. Lt. Tacoman, your's are in the middle. Mine are the ones on the bottom."

Artsy gives Butrfli's shoulder one last squeeze, then leaves the bridge to transport down to the ceremonial site on Valgrila with the memorial statues....

In his quarters, Rikard's alarm goes off. He slowly opens his eyes, wondering why he set it. When he can't think of why, he closes them again, getting ready for a short doze. Then he remembers. His eyes shoot open. He literally jumps out of bed and heads to his closet. Twenty minutes later, a very clean Rikard enters the bridge in his dress uniform.
Hey comics. Nice.
He walks over to the now low stack and grabs the top comic.
The Invaders Chronicles. I haven't read one of these since high school. When are we going to head down to the planet? he asks as he opens the comic in a way that bends the spine...

The turbolift opens and out steps Lt. Jadlad Superguy in his dress uniform (minus his mask). He's walking very gingerly and sits down.

If I could have your attention everyone. Now that the Doctor has finally let me out of Sickbay, I'd like to make an announcement.

I'm stepping down as Pseudoscience Officer.

Don't get me wrong. I'm still going to stay with the L.I.C.C.. But lets face facts. While my mind is flexible, it was never as flexible as Vice-President Absurd's was.

Also, I'm going to go home after the service to rest and heal myself both mentally and physically. I should be back in a couple of weeks. I hope you all understand.

Pseudoscience officer?
On my Spidership, I don't think we had that particular post.. what does the position entail?

You must be that alternate Tacoman I've been hearing about.

Well, among other things it includes knowledge of Astrology, Pyramid Power, Ghosts, Cryptozoology and I've added Cartoon & Comic Book Physics Theory.

And like Vice-President Absurd once said,

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"Unlike Science which has strict rules about how things work, Pseudoscience requires an agile mind to get around those restrictions.

A man may argue that black is white & white is black, but with Pseudoscience a man can make it a fact."

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Kiehart starts to walk towardds the turbolift, and nearly falls as one of his still recoering knees locks up. "•••• beans, that hurt. Emergency transport me to sickbay please. Oh God, that ••••••• hurts."

Jason, need me to help?

(Insane walks up to Commander Milkshake, while Enesku waits behind, loitering and chewing gum)

Commander, since you're now Captain I'd be happy to fill in at Ops. This of course means both Tactical I and Tactical II will be unoccupied - they can easily be combined to one console like on the Spiders 1 and 2, but with Adon dead...

(Enesku then walks forward and takes over speaking)

...I would like to become your new Tactical officer.

Before he can answer, the emergency transport kicks in, and Kiehart is now in a bio-bed with the Docotr walking over to chekc on him. "Hmm. I was afraid of this. You did too much walking around. I'm afraid you're gonna have to spend the next day or two off your feet." "D@mn."

Is that Kiehart's new e-mail address?

As for me, I'd be happy to fill in anywhere you need.

Jadlad, I understand perfectly. Have fun, and we'll miss you.

Pete, take Ops.

As for Tactical One, Alex, I'd like you to have that position. Your qualifications, not to mention experience against the O'kaks, make you the best man for the job.

Enesku, Tactical is a big responsibility, and I'd like you to get more experience. I do realize, however, that everyone needs an opportunity first before they can gain any experience. You'll be on Tactical II. Alex, I want you to be Enesku's mentor, teach her everything you know about modern combat tactics, three-dimensional strategy, and weapon technology. Enesku, Tacoman is your direct superior, follow his orders to the letter. We'll make an officer out of you yet.

Josh, you'll be in my old seat, of course. Don't forget to study the DoS and Terran Navy officer tutorials and guidelines. Executive Officer carries quite a bit more responsibility than helmsman.

Now I just need to talk to Kiehart, when the Doc's finished with him.