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Alicia DeVries
5:55am, July 30, 2002
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[Delete]		*A picture fills the screen. A close up of a midnight blue uniform. It travels up past a caloused, strong pale hand and up the arm. The music picks up slightly.*

"ALICIA"

*The scene shifts, the camera now moving sideways as a totally black, sleek hull of some ship glides by, glistening slightly like obsidian in the dim light*

"MEGAREA"

*Another shift, and the music changes again, showing an armored helmet with a green visor, beneath it, slender eyes and pale eyebrows look out, the picture sailing backwards to show the armored woman, a deadly rifle in the At Ease position. Music picks up more, building to a climax. A sudden flare of white fire spreads over the screen.*

"TISIPHONE"

*The same deadly needlenose ship sears past the screen through space, glistening in reflected starlight. The scene jumps to a battle scene, the armored moving with almost dancelike gracefulness, like a cobra as her weapon belts out slug after slug. Another shift, and it shows three huge ships - each half the size of a Super Star Destroyer - chasing the small one, before each one suddenly collapsed into black holes and dissapered*

*The blonde woman´s face, now dehelmeted, appears, the picture of a very very beautiful redhead with green eyes centered over her, each picture blending yet standing apart over the other. *

"We are the furies" *Three voices, shockingly similar to each other, state as the heads move.*

*The scene shifts, a bridge appearing as the blonde sits down at it... no buttons, no consoles, nothing on the walls or panels.*

"We Work for justice. We make men pay for their crimes."

*The scene shifts again, this time showing a computer bank suddenly die and go out as the voices finish in a deadly whisper.

"We might also work for you..."

It fades into silence, a motionless starscape, before a number appears for a contact to the captain.


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