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// OMAKE THE SECOND 
// Story: Bear, Scribe and Paladin 
// by Speven Dillberg 
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Location Unknown

“God damn it!”
“Well, that hurt.”
Thomas held up the Transportalponder. “At least it’s not broken this time.”
“Where are we?” Veronica asked, achieving the rather incredible feat of sitting up in fifty pounds of armour.
“Looks like the middle of a courtyard.”
“Thomas?” a fourth voice called out. They all turned to the source and saw a large, winged, horned, indigo equine with a mane and tail like the night sky approach them.
“Hello Luna,” Thomas said as he stood up. “Long time no see.” 
“Mommy?” Another, smaller voice made itself known. A small, indigo colt poked his head out from between Luna’s legs, a small stubby horn poking from under his rich black mane. He stepped out, revealing a pair of tiny wings, folded at his side. “Who are they?”
“I don’t know, Mercury,” she answered softly, bending down to nuzzle him. 
“Luna, who is that?” Thomas asked softly.
“Mercury, say hello to your daddy,” Luna replied, nudging the colt forward.
“Daddy?” he asked, his green eyes wide with wonder and confusion.
“Buh-buh-buh.” That was all the Courier could manage.





“Argh!” he exclaimed as he sat up in bed, his entire body covered in cold sweat. As he sat there, panting, he smiled a little. “Just a dream. Just a dream.” As he lay back down again, he muttered “Jet and Whiskey is a bad idea.”