Scars of White (AA, CC, MATURE) Part 53 3/22/20 (WIP)

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Re: Scars of White (AA, CC, MATURE) Part 52A 3/8/20 (WIP)

Post by dreamon » Mon Mar 09, 2020 9:20 pm

Thanks for another great part! I’m intrigued to see what Cal is going to say.

Also, as a person who loves angst I can’t wait to see how Max confides in Liz about the whole Tess situation.

As always I’m looking forward to reading more!
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Post by clueless » Tue Mar 17, 2020 7:39 pm

Thank you for another great installment!

I hope you and your family are safe and healthy with this covid19 craziness going on.

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Re: Scars of White (AA, CC, MATURE) Part 52A 3/8/20 (WIP)

Post by Flamehair » Wed Mar 18, 2020 2:14 am

clueless wrote:
Tue Mar 17, 2020 7:39 pm
Thank you for another great installment!

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I hope for everyone of you that you and your family stay safe
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Re: Scars of White (AA, CC, MATURE) Part 52A 3/8/20 (WIP)

Post by behrinthecity » Sun Mar 22, 2020 1:29 am

Flamehair wrote:
Wed Mar 18, 2020 2:14 am
clueless wrote:
Tue Mar 17, 2020 7:39 pm
Thank you for another great installment!

I hope you and your family are safe and healthy with this covid19 craziness going on.

I hope for everyone of you that you and your family stay safe
clueless, Flamehair and to all readers on this site, I hope all of you and your families are staying safe and well. Please take care, avoid crowds and stay home as much as possible. 🙏

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Part 53

Post by behrinthecity » Sun Mar 22, 2020 1:49 am

Thank you all for your patience.

keepsmiling7- Thank you for your super prompt comments! And yes, Max surrendering was definitely the ultimate martyrdom. This part will give an answer to your question... at least somewhat. :p

dreamon- Thank you! For what Cal is going to say-- wait no more! As for Max revealing the truth about the observatory to Liz that will come later. :twisted:

clueless- Thank you for the feedback and wishes.

Flamehair- Thank you for the wishes.


[From Control]

Laid out on his doorstep, Cal had never felt more drained. The damaged ship had sucked whatever energy he had for that brief moment of hovering. That pitiful show only spurred the loathing and resentment burning in his system. It was the only thing giving him the strength to speak through his laboured breaths. "I destroyed my life for you tonight. All for nothing. Because of you, everything I've lived for is gone.” Seeing his callow king leaning above him, his meagre apology underlying the call of his name, Cal pushed on, “It's how you've always been your majesty-- selfish and ungrateful.” Through hooded eyes he thought he spied a tear on Max’s cheek. A solitary droplet signifying a flicker of regret and rare empathy. Cal’s voice was low and defeated, his sorrow seeping into every word. But Max’s uncomprehending face sent the flare of hatred to push himself up into a stooped position. “Being your protector might be encoded in my genes. But after tonight, I'll never stop hating you.” It was a vow he intended to keep.

[From Part 27]
…all Max could focus on was the darkness closing in around him. He wanted to struggle, to physically push it away, but somehow he couldn’t… his body, his thoughts frozen.

Then in the distance he saw something flash.

The occurrence was so brief that he could not process what had happened, but then it appeared again… and this time it stayed.

It was a light, building upon itself, its glow intensifying with every moment passed.

Blue began to reach out towards him, ridding him of the darkness but not his fear.

Caught between two hells of blinding light, he remained captive within his mind. He was unable to speak, to move, to awake from this nightmare.

And then a low voice spoke, filled with a lust for power, for vengeance.

Kill them.

“No!” he managed to cry out into the dark blue haze, averting his gaze from the still building light.

Destroy them. Live once more.

“I can’t. I won’t,” he continued to protest, attempting to shun the monster that strengthened every day.

Unleash the power you once wielded— the power you still hold.

“I’m not like that. I’m not like you!” he screamed back, his desperation and fear evident.

The voice remained silent after his outburst and he began to breathe a sigh of relief, but before he could release it fully, white flooded his senses.

[From Part 28]
Things were finally shifting into place. The past months had been difficult despite his extraordinary advantages. At times Cal was surprised by his ability to get in as far as he had. The security had advanced over the decades and even in the past few years. The government was no longer taking any chance of an infiltration. Fortunately, there were still tiny cracks in the system that they never thought to consider.

A smirk briefly appeared on his face as he marvelled at the humans’ ability to trust, even when their job was exactly the opposite. But then perhaps it was more due to their lack of questioning anything they saw or were told. At that thought he flashed on the memory of seeing the Unit’s prisoner shivering in his tiny cell. Even now the sight of his fallen… king affected him, a tense frown weighing heavily on his smooth features.

He stared out into the dark night, his mind lost in the memory and under his conflicting emotions. He hated putting himself at such risk, but then after all he had seen he had to help—he just wished things could move faster. But he knew that to succeed he needed reinforcements. After months of searching and waiting, they were here and soon they would be ready.

The memory continued to play out in his mind, the image of his king shuddering before curling into an even tighter ball. If only he had arrived sooner at the army’s base, perhaps he could have stopped it all then. But his powers could only do so much. Even now, there were areas that he could not access on his own, particularly where that general would leave for after his meetings with the Special Unit head. He had given up for the moment on discovering the inside of that base, hoping that when his plan was implemented, he’d finally be able to infiltrate it. Instead he focused his attention on the Unit. Just a little longer and everything would be in place.

He released a sigh as he remembered how he ended up outside the warehouse. He had been observing his king in the observation room, when the door opened and instantly his expressionless mask was in place again. “Agent, take over the North-west perimeter.”

With hardly a glance at the man he wished to incinerate on the spot, he had nodded and replied, “Yes, sir.” Then in quick strides he left the room, his eyes briefly turning back to the containment room. In that glance he saw the sight that haunted him now, a pale ball trembling in a corner. As he paced the North-west area of the warehouse grounds, the thought that had repeated in his head as he had left the observation room, resounded once more. Just a little longer.

[From Part 36]
Red digits burned into his brain.


They had two minutes to live.

But somehow, the numbers no longer flashed, each second ticking by until their doom.

He sensed his hand still raised upward, palm outstretched towards the timer. And though the numbers had not moved for several seconds, he could not tear his terrified gaze away.

His breaths were shallow and harsh to his ears, and he could feel sweat beginning to drip down his forehead. Yet, he could not move.


His body flinched in reaction to his name, but he remained facing the timer. So focused on the small screen, he was only vaguely aware that the actual bomb itself was not in sight, just thin wires disappearing into the wall leading to who knew where. All he knew was that wherever the bomb was hidden, it would destroy them all if his powers failed. And though the numbers stood still, a part of him feared that if he were to look away time would move again, racing to kill them all.

As Max had quieted, Kyle had returned to his careful watch on the bomb. After several more flickers, he realized that the ‘6’ had begun to shift. His eyes had widened as slowly a ‘5’ appeared in its place. His heartbeat had pounded in his ears then, blocking whatever was transpiring between the others and Max. All Kyle could focus on then, was the timer. He had waved his shaky hand at it and for a moment the number flickered in place before stopping on ‘2:05’. Just as he had released a breath of relief, the numbers began to shift again.

Kyle called out to the others, his voice filled with worry. “Umm… guys, just so you know, the numbers are slowly starting to change. I don’t think I can keep it up for much longer.”

As they fled the warehouse the last image of the red digits remained permanently etched in Kyle’s mind.


[From Part 43]
Turning to Cal, Kyle questioned, “What about the bomb? If you were there, why didn’t you remove it?”

Briefly startled, Cal took a moment to answer. Then with a shrug he replied, “It wasn’t real. I ensured things only looked real. Nothing more.” Having turned back to the others, Cal missed the steely glare upon Kyle’s dark, reddening face, as well as the clenched fists by Kyle’s sides.

Kyle was the first to move, rushing out the door without a word. Running down the pathway, he turned his head from side to side searching for Cal.

He was gone.

“Da—” He cut off his frustrated yell, suddenly aware of how quiet the street was, thunder rumbling in the distance. Breathing heavily, he lowered his arm. His fists clenched tightly as he suppressed his anger at Cal. With an exasperated huff, he stalked back into the house, past his confused friends and out into the backyard.

Releasing his fists slowly, he finally noticed a few sparks of green. Satisfied that he would have some release, a cold smile crept upon his infuriated face. Taking in the brick wall at the back of the yard, he raised his hand, palm out.

Nothing happened.

He couldn’t take it anymore. He let out the expletive cry he’d cut short earlier, falling to his knees, pounding a fist into the mucky ground. All that worry… all his energy focused on… on… nothing! As he thought again of Cal's deception, his eyes narrowed, the fury no less abated.

[From Part 47]
Curled up in the corner of the bathtub, Max continuously shook, his hands covered, once more, by jagged green light, struggling to still his jerking head.

All three of them called out to him but only Michael’s voice was strong enough for Max to hear. With great difficulty, Max lifted his head, his hands lowering to hug his knees.

His eyes were completely black.

Michael gasped along with Isabel and Liz, soon following it with a barely audible curse. Having somewhat expected this, he recovered faster than the girls. Stepping forward, he never registered the slight physical change in Max—the regal lifting of his chin, the narrowing of his eyes and the raising of his left hand.

Michael flew back, accosted by a shimmering green shield. He landed heavily against the bed, quickly helped to his feet by Isabel and Liz.

“What the hell was that?” Maria cried out, having just joined the others in the room with Kyle.

All three turned to her, their eyes filled with fear. Only Michael’s was devoid of confusion. With another glance at the energy shield flickering in intensity, its shade turning increasingly blue, he answered, “That’s not Max.”

[From Part 48]
Eyes shut tightly, Liz blindly walked through the energy shield, her left hand raised. Her heart pounded, each earnest and fearful beat urging her to continue forward, to believe that her plan would work—that she would be able to bring Max back.

Her grandmother’s words echoed in her mind, lending her strength. That strength helped her ignore the discomfort of penetrating Max’s shield. Though Kyle’s freezing power had weakened the shield’s defensive force by slowing the movement of its electric particles, she still felt the slight shocks from the continuous currents. With each step forward, the shield molded around her, pushed by the small energy blasts she sent into it.

Immersed in the shield, she held her breath, while sending one last blast to push through.


The doorbell rang.

Unable to move from his spot, Max stared wide-eyed at the door. The last time he had seen Cal, he had nearly caused the shapeshifter to die and surely had burned any bridge he may have had with the reluctant protector.

Michael strode to the door, throwing a puzzled look at Max. Peering through the peephole he released a weary sigh. Opening the door slightly he quickly ushered Cal in.

Slightly put out, Cal muttered, “Good to see you too, Michael” as he straightened his jacket. Looking up, he laid his eyes on Max.

Max had crossed his arms in front of his chest as a meek form of defense.

“You’re awake,” Cal breathed.

Max’s arms dropped, ever so slightly, in surprise at the quiet statement. With a confused nod he waited for Cal to continue.

Instead, the former Hollywood director looked at Michael almost in accusation.

His hands already up as he started to move further in the room, Michael retorted, “Hey, you didn’t leave us any way to contact you.”

Cal nodded silently, accepting his earlier folly. Looking once more at a wary Max, he wasn’t sure where to start. Witnessing Max’s suffering had gone a long way in dampening his burning hatred for his former king. He had come here with a specific purpose, but seeing Max able to stand on his own two feet, while his clothes swallowed his starved body whole, Cal drew a blank.

But then something knocked some sense back into him.

Stumbling a couple of steps back, he glared in the direction of his attacker.

To his befuddlement, Kyle Valenti stood in front of him, face red and fists ready to land another punch. But the brief shock and confusion wore off quickly.

Sparing a disdainful glance at Kyle’s fist, Cal merely flicked his hand to shove the football player against the wall.

Fortunately, Max had formed a shield to catch and buffer Kyle. Stepping in between the two warring men, Max directed his words at Cal. “Stop.”

Any power thrumming in his fingertips dissipated as Cal registered the command. The decades of resentment he held for Max and Antarian royalty were dredged up by the simple order. Blood roared in his ears as he was once more at the mercy of his king’s whims.

“You are not to hurt any of my friends or family. That includes Kyle Valenti…” He added everyone else not directly related to him for good measure: “…Maria Deluca and their parents. Is that understood?”

Cal answered with a surly, “Yes.”

Max turned to Kyle, “you okay?”

“Yeah, thanks. But what the hell is he doing here?” Kyle jabbed an accusing finger at Cal.

Stoking Max’s curiosity, he once more eyed Cal who stood tensely in place. “I’d like to know the same thing,” Max mused.

Finally regaining his senses, he stepped towards Max. With a look of grim determination he stated, “We need to talk.”

Max’s eyebrows rose at that. Turning to Kyle and Michael, he silently communicated to give him and Cal some privacy.

With narrowed eyes, Kyle shot a parting glare at Cal as he joined the others in the kitchen.

His eyebrow raised at Kyle’s fury, Michael stood in place with arms crossed daring both Cal and Max to have him leave.

Releasing a drawn out sigh, Max addressed Michael directly. “I want to talk to him alone.”

A bit startled at the implied request, Michael studied Max’s face. Seeing the tension and guilt in Max, he realized that Max wanted to clear the air between him and Cal. This was a personal chat.

Giving a meaningful glance at both Cal and Max, Michael commented, “I’ll be in the next room” and then strode back towards the heavenly aroma of syrup and pancakes.

Once alone Max acquiesced to Cal’s earlier request, “Go ahead.” His arms returned to their defensive pose in front of his chest.

Helping himself to a seat on the couch, Cal dryly groused, “Your hospitality knows no bounds.”

Eyes flickering back out the window, Max muttered, “Guess I’m out of practice.”

Shamed by the subtle reminder of why Max was out of practice, Cal bit his tongue to hold back his natural inclination for cocky retorts and flippant observations. Settling back against the cushions, he observed Max for a moment. With a sigh, he gestured to the seat beside him, “Max, come sit.”

“I’m fine,” Max stubbornly replied, all the while doing frequent checks out the window.

“The area is secure. No agent or enemy is anywhere near here,” Cal reassured Max.

Slightly taken aback at the statement Max gaped at Cal. Then with the slightest shake of his head his expression signalled that he doubted what Cal had said.

“Sit and I’ll tell you what you need to know,” Cal again coaxed Max to join him.

Still darting glances out the window, Max gingerly moved to the couch. He sat at the edge; his hands fidgeting.

“How are you?”

The question was spoken so softly and quickly, Max wasn’t sure if Cal had actually spoken. But then Cal met his gaze, his dark eyes shining with concern.

Perplexed, Max non-committedly answered, “I’m okay.”

Cal scoffed. Tilting his head back briefly, he seemed to straighten up where he sat. His signature grin hinted at a return to his slick personality. “Well, being conscious is a marked improvement,” he drolly commented.

Max side-eyed Cal as he wondered again on what had transpired between Cal and the others. Before he could say anything, Cal added, “Have you eaten anything solid?”

Max’s earlier thoughts were forgotten in his confusion over the odd question. His mind stuttered as he came to a disturbing realization, “You were there?” The question was forced out in a shaky breath.

“Yes,” Cal admitted sombrely.

“Who were you?” Max asked morbidly.

“Many different agents,” Cal answered off-handedly.

“Show me,” Max requested.

Shaking his head, Cal began to protest, “It’s not important, Max…”

“SHOW ME!” The yell was not that loud in Max’s strained voice, but it was a resolute command.

Instantly, Cal’s hackles were raised and without thinking he shapeshifted into the last agent he was. Only at Max’s look of horror did he regret his thoughtlessness.

“That was…” Max’s voice was breathless, as if he had been punched in the gut. But then a sudden strength and anger took over his voice, “you?!”

Suddenly, Cal found himself slammed against the wall, a green shield pressing upon him and cutting off his air.

Max was standing his arm outstretched to hold Cal in place. His eyes were black and head tilted to the side. “You. I should have known. It wasn’t enough you ruined my coronation, but this… the torture and humiliation? Max Evans may have refused to fight back, but you’re dealing with me now.”

Cal futilely pushed at the shield, gasping for air, a spark of recognition, fear and resentment glittering in his eyes. He heard faded voices shouting in the background as his vision began to cloud.

“Max, you’re not a killer! Stop!!” Liz pounded against the shield that blocked them all from entering the living room.

“No, he isn’t,” Max’s voice was a low threatening rumble.

Her eyes wide at knowing Zan had taken over, she gestured to Michael for them both to start blasting the shield in front of them.

With irritation, “Zan” turned to them, his shield on Cal faltering slightly.

Cal gulped in the much needed air, but he remained imprisoned against the wall.

“Max, don’t do this. He saved you,” Liz pleaded, her hand splayed against the shield.

The fathomless darkness of Max’s eyes flickered for a moment.

“Believe me, Max. He saved you.” Liz repeated.

Amber irises began to appear in the black orbs. With a glance at a struggling Cal, Max’s hand wavered.

A moment later he lowered his hand.

Cal summarily dropped to the ground wheezing; his hands ineffectually reaching for his throat. He was unaware who helped him back to the couch, but started to regain awareness when Max handed him a glass of water.

His throat burned as he sipped the water. All the while he eyed Max warily, who was once more sitting nervously, head bent, and hands fidgeting.

As he placed the glass on the coffee table, he heard a hesitant, “You okay?”

“I’ll live,” Cal answered shortly.

“Do… do you want me to heal it?” Max timidly offered.

With a heavy sigh, Cal shook his head; wincing at the movement.

“I’m… I’m sorry.” Max was now facing Cal, but his eyes kept returning to the floor.

“How long has your alien side been coming out?” Cal’s voice revealed tired disappointment. Once again, Max had not heeded his words and embraced his alien side. He wondered how he could stop him before he lost everything all over again.

Max clenched his hands into fists. “I don’t know… I was still in there when I… felt it—heard it. But I guess because my powers were disabled it didn’t have any power to physically take over.”

Surprised at his answer, Cal replayed his memories of seeing Max in the white room. All that time Max had kept his alien side at bay. Perhaps that was what the constant shivers had been about—barely suppressed power.

Cal dared a comforting hand on Max’s arm.

Dragging his gaze from the floor to Cal’s hand, Max stated, “You helped rescue me.” After a pregnant pause, he asked in a bewildered tone, “Why?”

With two pats on Max’s arm, Cal answered, “I am your protector, after all.”

At Max’s skeptical look, Cal continued, “I may hate you Max, but…” he trailed off remembering the horrors he had witnessed.

“I deserved it, though.” Max admitted in a monotone voice.

Cal looked at Max sharply, “No, you didn’t. What they did to you—that was inhumane. That…” Cal took a breath to dial back his emotions.

Max bit his lip at Cal’s retort. He had callously told his protector he’d never be human, and yet… he seemed upset over what had happened to him. To Max’s astonishment, Cal seemed to believe he hadn’t deserved that punishment.

Cal’s tone was matter-of-fact as he declared, “Anyway, they’ve been neutralized. They won’t be hurting any of you ever again.”

There was a hitch in Max’s breathing.

“You killed them?” Max’s voice was shaky.

“Most. The low level agents who had family have conveniently forgotten anything to do with you.”

Max closed his eyes. Could it be true?

“The general is still alive, however.”

Max met Cal’s eyes for once. His expression was strained. Subconsciously, he rubbed the back of his neck.

“He believes you’re dead. He won’t be coming after you.”

Max breathed shallowly, waiting for Cal to continue… to reveal the catch in all of this.

“But that’s not what I came here to talk to you about.”

Max held his breath in apprehension.

“We need to talk about your son.”

Max let go of his breath. The moment of truth had come. He wondered what absolution he could get for what he had done to Cal in his desperate search to reach his son.

Nervously, he began to ramble, “I met him. Tess brought him back—”

“That’s not your son,” Cal stated firmly.

“What?” Max once again sounded like he had been sucker punched in the gut.

The look on Max’s face was that of a lost kid. Cal loathed himself for what he had to reveal, to further shatter the broken child in front of him. Max may have had to grow up faster than he should, but in moments like this, his youth and innocence still shone through.

Cal released a breath as he chose to tell his tale. “I felt when you died, Max. After reading what happened, I focused on my sense of the royal seal expecting it to lead me to Isabel or Michael. Instead, I met a young human toddler.”

“Yes; Tess told me that he was human.” Max still stubbornly clung to his belief about his son.

“I checked him, Max.” The meaningful look he gave Max was met with one of growing disquiet. “Save for a dormant seal that I have no idea how he got, that kid is not the progeny of you and Tess. And I must warn you— that mark will lead others to him.”

Max sat there stunned, body leaning forward, his fidgety hands now tightly clasped. She had lied to him again.

And he had inadvertently condemned the child to alien attacks.

“It was meant to only be a memory” Max weakly defended, utterly distraught at his error. “Maybe I can undo it?” Desperation tinged every word of Max’s proffered idea.

Pity flashed in Cal’s eyes. “I can arrange for you to visit him,” Cal offered.

Max’s eyes widened in hope. “Really?”

Cal’s trademark smirk stretched upon his face. “In fact, the man who will help us do just that will be coming here shortly.”

The look on Max’s face clearly expressed his doubts on the wisdom of that plan.

“You can trust him. I made sure of it.” Cal asserted, his typical brash confidence back in full force.

Max moved to speak, but he found himself at a loss for words.

“Before he comes, I need to let you know about other developments.” Cal spoke in a discreet, serious tone.

Max remained silent, only gesturing for Cal to continue.

“Kivar has mobilized his army to come to Earth. He wants to eliminate you all.”

Speaking more to himself, Max uttered, “Because Tess showed up without us.”

“My intel didn’t mention Tess.”

Kivar doesn’t need a reason, a voice muttered darkly in Max’s mind. A sigh escaped Max, as he ran a hand through his hair. “How long do we have?”

“Fortunately, he’s coming by ship due to his army. It will be years before they reach Earth. Even then, you all will need to train. He’s not taking chances this time.”

Max absorbed the information, his eyes revealing an aged weariness. It never ends, he thought.

“Even with training how could we face an entire army?” His voice was hushed at the daunting inevitability of facing, quite literally, an alien invasion.

Cal leaned back, his patented smirk stretched wide on his face. “I’ve already enlisted help.”

Once more, Max was left perplexed and speechless at Cal’s reply. But before he could respond, he heard the doorbell ring twice in quick succession.

Just as Cal opened his mouth to speak, Maria strode towards the door muttering under her breath.

Latch on the door, she peeked out, and asked, “Who is—” she cut herself in surprise. Exasperated, she exclaimed, “Michael, what are you doing?” All the while she unlatched the door and opened it wider.

A man stood in the doorway, face uncertain as he nervously brushed at his tawny brown hair.

“I’m sorry, ma’am. The name is Fields; Matthew Fields. I’m here to see General Lang.”
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Re: Scars of White (AA, CC, MATURE) Part 53 3/22/20 (WIP)

Post by keepsmiling7 » Sun Mar 22, 2020 6:43 pm

Why did you leave us there??
Of course Cal was glad to see Max suffer.
Interesting actions between Kyle and Cal.
So Max and Kyle had a little chat......
I don't like it when Max becomes Zan.... the alien side isn't Max Evans that I like.
Max's son not who he thought he was and now Cal has enlisted help when Kivar arrives.
Seems like we will be having lots of action soon.
Thanks for the update!

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Post by dreamon » Sun Mar 22, 2020 9:59 pm

You have no idea how much I needed to read this! I’m going out of my mind out of boredom so if you want to post more I’d appreciate it :wink: :wink:

Anyway, I did not see that Kiver twist coming! What an added surprise.

Well I hope you and your family stay safe!
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Post by Flamehair » Fri Mar 27, 2020 12:25 pm

Finally I had time to read the last parts :-) I'm quite busy now with three kids to homeschool

Great parts :D And now Kivar is coming. Wow. I hope they will have enough time to prepare for that time. And Tess Baby isn't Max Son? I wonder who the real father is.

Hope you and your family all are healthy. Stay safe
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Post by clueless » Sat Mar 28, 2020 12:50 pm

Thanks for another great read! I didn’t see the Kiver scenario popping up. and the Michael clone - curious too see the story there as well.

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