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Roaring Bear: Chapter 25
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Solaris City
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With the addition of Alan MacPherson to the roster (he had been assigned to Garadun’s Command Lance) the Fighting Fusiliers were now only two MechWarriors shy of a full battalion. Alexandra held a meeting with her senior officers to discuss matters, and after consultation she decided to end the company’s recruitment drive on Solaris. The Fighting Fusiliers were currently performing garrison duty on Pencader, so it wasn’t as if they were desperate to bolster their ranks.
    To everyone’s surprise it was Garadun who suggested they get on the road and make their way to Pencader. His friends thought he needed more time at home, especially Cera who knew the demons he was fighting. But if there was one thing about him that couldn’t be denied, it was that he was the kind of man who got the job done. In his view, hanging around on Solaris VII any longer than necessary was
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Roaring Bear: Chapter 23
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Solaris City
Solaris VII, Federated Commonwealth
21 January 3051

It had been many years, too many in fact, since Jimmy Han had looked over a BattleMech for his friend, Garadun Morr. Jimmy had been an astech at Chameleon Stables when they first met, and Garadun a civilian ‘Mech driver starting his MechWarrior internship. Now they were old men as well as old friends. Well, at least old when compared to so many of the young bloods in the Fighting Fusiliers these days. Garadun had turned forty-seven a little over a week ago, and Jimmy would be forty-one in three months time.
    Jimmy glanced at his brother-in-arms and couldn’t help but feel worried. His pal had always had a nasty side to him. Quiet until roused, but when it was roused, Garadun Morr became a ruthless sonofabitch who’d kill anyone who got in his way. This normally only happened when his loved ones were threatened, especially Cera Kuroda. Fighting in the arenas of Solaris h
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0: Introduction
DropShip Iron Tower, Approach Vector to Camelot Command
Dark Nebula, Clan Jade Falcon Occupation Zone
11 December 3053
    Marc Campbell shakes his head. “Okay. I give up. What is this supposed to be?”
    He’s referring to the steaming contents of the oblong meal tray he’s holding in his hands. Each of the recessed pockets is full of… something…
    At his shoulder, Jacqui Chiang wrinkles her nose and makes a mild retching sound in her throat. Her meal tray has been loaded up with the same substances. None of them look remotely edible to the Tech from St. Ives, or even as if they could ever be.
    The young woman standing behind the serving counter looks stricken; the colour visibly draining from her face. Her gaze keeps switching from Marc to Jacqui and back again. She looks as if she’s expecting to be shot dead on the spot. Realising that the warrior standing before her is
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28 - Out of Harm's Way
DropShip Iron Tower, Acceleration Vector
Dark Nebula, Clan Jade Falcon Occupation Zone
10 December 3053
    “This way, Sergeant Valentine.”
    Amber Tyler looks up from her dataslate. Her father is being ushered into the DropShip’s sickbay by Imani, one of Leonard’s medical orderlies. A huge smile breaks out on Amber’s face as she gets up and sets the ’slate aside.
    “Hey, you,” is all Valentine Tyler has time to say before his daughter flies across the decking and jumps into his arms. It’s just like that time back on Galatea all over again; a sense that things are going to be okay again.
    “You never said you were coming over,” Amber says once she stops hugging him and takes a step back.
    “I wanted it to be a surprise,” Tyler replies. “Calling ahead really kinda spoils that.”
    Amber chuckles, shakin
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27 - Different Eyes
DropShip Lodestar, Emergence Co-ordinates
Dark Nebula, Clan Jade Falcon Occupation Zone
10 December 3053
    “Major,” Seth Klassen greets Brigitte Olafsdottír, using her unofficial rank while she’s aboard Lodestar. He takes a closer look at her face and winces.
    “Permission to enter the bridge,” Brigitte says, licking her lips as if trying to get rid of a lingering bad taste.
    “Granted.” Seth shakes his head and lowers his voice. “You look terrible. What the hell happened?”
    “A round of drinks. Make that some really strong drinks.” Her eyes are bloodshot. “I’m just glad we aren’t under power right now.”
    “That won’t last,” he warns her. “We’re next in line to unlock, after the Snow Leopard. Figure an hour or so before we fire up the transit drive. You
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Billy's Beautiful Brain
“Behold! Billy Baxter: a man barely alive. His DNA rewritten in crayon and his biochemistry shot way to hell and gone. No amount of mad science is ever going to paste him back together again…
“As you can see, the last working video camera is over on its side on the floor. We’ve got some smoke and sparks going on, and… there we go. The door on the chamber has just come loose. The hinges have been dissolved by the X-99. Out comes a couple hundred gallons of X-99 and Billy along with it, sliding into view of the camera.
“Yeah. I know. Pretty damn gross, ain’t he? He’s lost all his hair, he’s got leathery green skin, and his eyes have turned a really unhealthy shade of yellow. They glow when he uses his powers, by the way. Not much left of his nose there, and his skull’s kind of swelled up. You could say he’s ‘brain plus’ now.
“All of that would be bad enough, but Billy’s body… What Formu
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25 - Sleeping Ugly
DropShip Lodestar, Approach Vector Beta-261
Persistence System, Clan Jade Falcon Occupation Zone
10 December 3053
    Seth Klassen checks one of his secondary displays and nods to himself. They are on course and on schedule, with no warnings showing up on any of the internal systems. Lodestar and Iron Tower are now less than two hours out from their rendezvous with the Irregulars’ JumpShip Memphis Minstrel, the vessel that replaced the FedCom transport scheduled for this mission. The Snow Leopard and Black Buck are already alongside the Minstrel, with Black Buck in the middle of docking procedures.
    He leans back and casts an eye at the bridge’s central holodisplay. Hard to believe that this ‘Fourth Talon’ outfit got posted to watch over an entire planet without so much as a surface-to-orbit shuttlecraft for aerospace support, but it seems to be so. No aerospace f
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24 - Breakfast at Brigitte's
DropShip Lodestar, Departure Vector Epsilon-106
Persistence System, Clan Jade Falcon Occupation Zone
9 December 3053
    “Honestly,” Midge Fairchild says as she studies the display on her data pad. “Horst’s taste in holovids is terrible.”
    “I know, I know.” Katsumi replies with a chuckle. “You need to be at least falling-down drunk before you start liking them.”
    “There’s not nearly enough beer in the galaxy,” Midge replies darkly. “I mean… Take this one: Tactics of Glory. A gang of Davion captives escape their evil racist prison-camp commandant, hijack some Kuritan militia ’Mechs that happen to be parked up nearby, and proceed to blow apart most of an elite Sword of Light strike team sent in to kill them all.”
    Kat has to think for a moment. “Oh yeah, I remember that one now. Funny as hell.
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23 - Road to Recovery
DropShip Lodestar, Departure Vector Epsilon-106
Persistence System, Clan Jade Falcon Occupation Zone
9 December 3053
    “It’s bad, isn’t it?”
    Technician Daniel straightens up so that his head and shoulders clear the open escape hatch in Woody’s head assembly. He holds up a circuit board in one hand; the broken device shows the telltale marks of massive electrical overload, and his fingertips are covered with soot.
    “It is, Benjamin,” he agrees. “The control circuits for the jump jets are shot, and I think the same can be said for the primary servos.” The Clan-born Tech shakes his head. “I am sorry. There is very little I can do until we get back to Camelot.”
    Ben Gleason, tethered by his belt harness to the side of Woody’s head, feels his shoulders slump. Getting blasted by that Falcon ’Mech’s advanced autocanno
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22 - Exit, Stage Left
DropShip Lodestar
Persistence, Clan Jade Falcon Occupation Zone
9 December 3053
    It doesn’t look right to Brigitte Olafsdottír; not at all. Valentine Tyler’s Crusader is docked in its usual place, next to Amber’s torn-up Raven. The next cradle along – the place assigned to Liam – is occupied by the blocky chassis of a salvaged Bombardier. She has no idea how much damage the thing has sustained, because Del and his technical team have not had half a chance to examine the ’Mech. It could be moved under its own power and loaded aboard the Lodestar; study of the machine will have to wait.
    It is sometime after local midnight, in that dead time before the dawn. Outside, the night sky is huge and brilliant with stars. Sited as the Norns’ DropShips are out in the wastelands beyond Persistence’s settled zones, there is no town or city illumination to interfere with th
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21 - Blindspot
Norns’ Landing Site
Persistence, Clan Jade Falcon Occupation Zone
8 December 3053
    The moment the Lodestar’s lift platform reaches ground level, the two skimmers are off and away, picking up speed as they set a course for the latest combat site, just beyond the replenishment depot. Strapped into the passenger seat of one skimmer, Anton Delaney notices on the basic scanner display that a third skimmer – this one from the Iron Tower – is racing to join them.
    That would be the medics from Leonard’s team. He looks back up, squinting through his goggles at the featureless dusty expanse of land ahead of them. He has to force his mind to stop coming up with all manner of nightmare scenarios about what he’s going to find once he gets to the Enforcer and cracks its cockpit open…
    Tyler’s Crusader is standing right next to the broken wreck of Liam’s machi
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20 - Third Strike
DropShip Lodestar
Persistence, Clan Jade Falcon Occupation Zone
8 December 3053
    Zoë’s expression is grim as she listens to the comm chatter over her earpiece receiver. Things are not going as well as might be expected and she suspects she knows the reason why.
    Fatigue. She knows all about that, having suffered from its grinding effects herself over the extended front-line service she had provided to the Jade Falcon Clan during the invasion. It had been noticed, and exploited, by one of her sibkin. Her very own Founder-damned sister. Thanks to that backstabbing bitch, Zoë’s prospects in the warrior caste had been flushed down the latrine and she had been sent down to the Black Raptors…
    She realises her hands have locked up tight into fists, and forces them to relax. As bitter and raw as the old anger still is, it has no relevance here. There are people out there taking fire; people s
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19 - No Holds Barred
DropShip Lodestar
Persistence, Clan Jade Falcon Occupation Zone
8 December 3053
    If this were an action holovid, there would be flashing red lights and wailing alarms going off on every deck of the Lodestar. People would be charging to and fro, section doors closing off, and terse intercom messages about battle status crackling over the speakers.
    There is none of that here. The MechWarriors and Techs have been expecting yet another round with the Jade Falcons before leaving Persistence, and the miserable bastards have not disappointed.
    “Be careful,” Sharyl says to Ben Gleason as he laces up his coolant vest in their cabin. “Don’t take any chances out there. Please.”
    He grins. “Me, take risks?”
    “I’m serious.” Sharyl glances over at her own coolant vest, hanging up in a storage locker. She isn’t part of the force heading out to
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18 - Past and Present
DropShip Iron Tower
Persistence, Clan Jade Falcon Occupation Zone
8 December 3053
    Dorota, late of Star Colonel Bosha’s Eyrie Cluster and one of Point Commander Hugo’s charges, has to duck her head as she steps through the hatchway onto the quarters deck of Iron Tower. She has to remind herself that these old Star League-era DropShips had never been intended to accommodate engineered infantry troopers such as she.
    Thankfully, there have been some modifications made to allow for Elementals to travel aboard Iron Tower. She had had images of having to fold herself in double just to fit into one of the bunks… assuming that the bunk would have been able to support her weight.
    She is still stiff and sore from the after-effects of the battlesuit’s medical systems. Her fingers and toes are still slightly numb from the pain blockers, and she feels so terribly tired; her eyes are having a l
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DropShip Iron Tower, Approach Vector to Camelot Command
Dark Nebula, Clan Jade Falcon Occupation Zone
11 December 3053

    Marc Campbell shakes his head. “Okay. I give up. What is this supposed to be?”
    He’s referring to the steaming contents of the oblong meal tray he’s holding in his hands. Each of the recessed pockets is full of… something…
    At his shoulder, Jacqui Chiang wrinkles her nose and makes a mild retching sound in her throat. Her meal tray has been loaded up with the same substances. None of them look remotely edible to the Tech from St. Ives, or even as if they could ever be.
    The young woman standing behind the serving counter looks stricken; the colour visibly draining from her face. Her gaze keeps switching from Marc to Jacqui and back again. She looks as if she’s expecting to be shot dead on the spot. Realising that the warrior standing before her is waiting for an answer, she makes an effort to reply.
    “L…” Her voice cracks. She clears her throat and tries again. “Lunch, warrior,” she says in a tiny voice.
    Marc surveys his tray warily. “Not in this lifetime or the next. Sorry. Try again.”
    Jacqui glances over her shoulder at the dining tables in Iron Tower’s commissary. She sees several former Clan personnel seated here and there, all of them digging into the same kind of sweaty crap that’s been dropped onto her meal tray. She shudders as she catches sight of Dorota scooping a large dripping spoonful of something that looks like pulped, shredded spinach into her mouth.
    She turns back to the terrified server behind the counter. “This stuff is standard Falcon food rations, am I right?”
    “Aff.” The poor kid nods in such a jerky fashion that Marc can’t help but wince.
    Jacqui rolls her eyes. “Helps to explain why they’re all such evil-minded bastards. I’d be in a permanent bad mood if all I had to eat was this god-awful garbage.”
    “Yeah,” Marc concurs. He sighs and looks at their trembling attendant. It’s not her fault. “What’s your name?”
    “Po… Polina, warrior.” She looks down and away from his gaze.
    “Labourer caste, correct?”
    Polina nods, not looking up. Marc and Jacqui exchange dark looks. Labourer caste. Literally the lowest of the low in the Clans. The ‘sturdy muscles’ that underpin the so-called perfect society dreamt up over two hundred years ago by Nicholas Kerensky, those of the labourer caste are supposed to have the ‘undying gratitude’ of their betters for doing all the difficult, back-breaking work that keeps everything going.
    Polina doesn’t look like she’s ever been shown any gratitude, undying or otherwise. She looks more like she’s waiting for a swift punch in the teeth.
    “We need to sit you down with a friend of ours when we get to Camelot,” Marc says to her. “His name’s Horst. He’ll show you what real food is like.”
    “You’ll love it,” Jacqui adds as Polina ventures a hesitant glance up at Marc. “I promise. Especially cheesecake.”

    Amber Tyler, seated in the command couch of a TDR-5S Thunderbolt, surveys the instrument panels and displays of the 65-ton design and heaves a heartfelt sigh. Secured as it is in one of Iron Tower’s ten ’Mech cradles, the big machine is one of the Jade Falcon BattleMechs claimed as booty from the Norns’ recent trip to Persistence. Once upon a time, the Thunderbolt was the largest ’Mech design that could have been built. Time and technology have passed it by some, but it is still capable enough.
    Amber dislikes the thing as it is. It’s a walking munitions dump. A ton of reloads for the Bical SRM-2 pack, two tons of long-range missiles housed in the torso directly underneath the Magna 260 fusion engine, and to cap it all off, a ton of ammunition in the upper left arm to feed the paired machine guns down in the left wrist. Punch a hole in any one of three different locations and you stand an excellent chance of hitting something explosive. Bye-bye, Thunderbolt.
    A little cursory inspection of the cockpit earlier turned up a small panel riveted to the rear bulkhead. If the etched details are to be trusted, this BattleMech was once a part of the First Grave Walkers, who got demolished way back in March of 3050 on Bone Norman. The Jade Falcons must have salvaged the machine, repaired it, and put it back into service.
    She reaches up and runs a hand along the top of the primary console. This machine belonged to the sister regiment of her family and friends. Now it’s here, with a Tyler sitting in its hot seat. She isn’t sure how to feel about that.
    “You need some serious work,” she says to the dormant ’Mech. Amber knows for a fact that the Norns have another Thunderbolt back at Camelot Command, a machine that’s had one whole leg blown off. Depending on what needs repairing on this TDR, Amber feels that stripping parts from the other ’Mech may be the way to go. Its weapons array needs to be replaced at the very least.
    Much like that one over there, she muses as she looks out through the cockpit’s view ports. Across the bay, she can see a captured Crusader locked down. Another Inner Sphere ‘antique’ that the oh-so proud and haughty Jade Falcon Clan has had no option but to press into service to plug a gap in its combat forces. Since the Crusader is so much like the ’Mech her father pilots, Amber had decided to investigate it first. As she’d expected, the machine lacks any of the newer military technologies that are becoming so popular these days. The Crusader hails from the Seventeenth Skye Rangers’ roster, booty looted from the brutal fighting on Barcelona. Like the Thunderbolt she’s sitting in, it has a critical design flaw regarding its ammunition bays…
    Amber rocks back in the command couch, closing her eyes. She’s sure that given some time, tools, and parts, Uncle Del and the other Techs can work wonders with these big beasts… but the notion of moving up to a heavy ’Mech simply doesn’t appeal to her. She guesses it all comes from when she was little, and her Dad’s BattleMech was a creaking WSP-1A Wasp called Buggy. Something about piloting a smaller, lighter, faster design just seemed to stick with her.
    Dad and Uncle Del had scrounged up a dilapidated 40-ton Assassin for her as her sixteenth birthday present; they’d even replaced the crappy old guns with something a little less primitive. She’d taken the machine with her on the DropShip trip to the Blackjack School of Conflict, barely escaping the attack by the Jade Falcon’s Gyrfalcon Galaxy, and had taken it with her on a journey all the way rimward to the mercenary hiring centre of Outreach.
    There she had been able to sign up as a MechWarrior in Rubinsky’s Light Horse, on garrison duty in the St. Ives Compact… and it was there that Amber Tyler came to realise that her Assassin was falling apart on her. The design had never been built in large numbers, and finding decent replacement parts these days was all but impossible.
    There had been an alternative, though. While supporting the forces protecting the HildCo Interplanetary ’Mech plant on St. Ives itself, her detachment of the Light Horse had been in position to intercept part of a Capellan raiding force intent on looting the factory. Said Capellans had piloted a number of light and medium ’Mechs… including a Raven. The other ’Mechs in her lance hadn’t been able to score a crippling hit on the machine, thanks in part to all the jamming gear it was carrying.
    Despite her own ’Mech’s ailments, Amber was able to close the range to the Raven, using her medium pulse laser to good effect. She shredded the rear torso armour and took out the lighter machine’s gyro. The Raven had crashed to the ground in front of her, unable to move or even get back onto its feet.
    It had taken almost every last C-bill she had – as well as trading in her Assassin to the Light Horse’s technical section, who could use it to keep Lieutenant Kurylenko’s own ASN running – but she was able to claim the inoperable Raven as her share of the mission salvage. Sure, it was a little bit slower than the Assassin and it didn’t have jump jets but it packed so many electronic systems, ranging from target acquisition gear to a Beagle active probe that it didn’t really matter…
    …She opens her eyes and frowns. Right now, Blackie is back in his cradle aboard Lodestar, in need of major repairs. That Falcon Vulture had almost destroyed him. Amber fights back the icy shivers that try to run up along her spine.
    She had survived the engagement, thanks mostly to the intervention of the Norns’ two Commando jockeys, Rainy and Olds. That pair of lunatics had charged on in, plastering the Vulture with laser fire and flight after flight of short-ranged missiles. Added together, their scout-class ’Mechs didn’t even equal the mass of the Clan OmniMech, but the sheer amount of munitions they’d piled into the heavy machine had tipped the balance.
    They may be crazy, but they’re good people to have at your back, she concludes. That counts for a lot.
0: Introduction
Food for thought, or food for the disposal chute? The Norns are returning to their base station at Camelot Command.
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I've been ably assisted all the way with the Norns stories, and now it's only fair that I hand over the keyboard to my partner-in-crime, Rob...

              Hey, guys! It's Rob Price here. First and foremost, a big and bad-assed shout out to you fella's who've taken the Norns into your hearts and your minds! Despite what Chris tells you, it's him that has done most of the leg work with our little MechWarrior fables. I write stuff when I get the time, which ain't often at the moment!

            We do game all our battles, and it's me playing the Norns.We stop after each round to note down who has hit whom, take a slurp of beer and chuckle about some of the crazy tactics we're trying on each other. Problem is, at the moment, I'm working 6 days out of every 7. Which is a bitch. Volume 6 is proving to be problematic but Chris and I have written a ton of stuff for it! It's up to the Master Editor (Nuclear Fridge) to edit the frack out of it.

            He'll do it. He's Chris. He sorts out my cracked ideas.

            One thing I've only just realised upon re-reading "Reaction Time" again and we'd both missed it was at the start when Ingrid hears 'someone howling in agony' was obviously Val at work with his combat knife on the guy who hit him with the hand flamer. How the heck did we miss that one? I'll leave it you fella's to work out where Tyler stuck the blade in! 

            Anyways, couple of questions for you guys...


            Popandchips: Thanks for your replies dude! Gotta ask you a question. I seem to remember Chris telling me that you're ex-Navy, like me. Or did I imagine it? Love your comment about 'Point Commander Corpse'! Top man!

            DBrentOGara: You, Sir, are a gentleman. You've fallen in love with Ingrid as much as I have! And, yes, to answer your question, Ingrid and Valentine will have a lot more screen time together. Frack, I'd invented Ingrid and the whole Clan Tyler. I think you'll like the episode of "Clan Spaniel". And "Dakota". And "Fall from the deep". And "Trading day". Think I may have used too many ands... 

            DrOfDemonology: First contact. Chris speaks highly of you, dude. Wait until you read Val and Adele's exchange at the start of 'Persistence at Rest'. Think you'll like it brother! It's not often I can get Chris laughing at something I've written!

            Hope you got the e mail from Chris regarding the moment back in the nineties when Tyler finally came into focus for me. I literally had three things: a surname, a Crusader and a Sternsnacht. Then the mean old bald bastard broke through the fourth wall and has been getting me into more scrapes than I care to mention...

            The-Colonel-382: "Bore da" (Welsh for good morning as I'm writing this at 00.15 hours). Like you, buddy, Yesukai's reaction in "Highlander Fling" left me actually stunned. Chris, as is his wont, smiled at me and told me that he'd written something that 'might catch me off guard'. My jaw literally hit the keyboard when I read that!

             Oh, and like you, I'm always drawn to the characters that seem to be bouncing along rock bottom with no obvious chance of redemption. Yesukai's path ain't going to be easy is all I'm saying 'cos I've just seen some bits Chris has written...

             To everybody who has read the continuing (mis)adventures of the Norns, thanks a lot from both of us in Wales that seems to have been transported into the Arctic circle!

            P.S. One of you has got it right about who 'liberates' something very big!

            P.P.S. Take care guys. Respect.

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Nuclear-Fridge Featured By Owner Jan 12, 2018  Hobbyist Digital Artist
As a certain fellow would say: no problem!
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DrOfDemonology Featured By Owner Jan 1, 2018  Professional Writer
Happy New Year!  Party 
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BradGB Featured By Owner Jan 1, 2018
Happy new year :)
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DrOfDemonology Featured By Owner Dec 14, 2017  Professional Writer
Just to say hi :D

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Nuclear-Fridge Featured By Owner Dec 15, 2017  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Hi right back! ;)

Stay tuned... things are about to get a bit sticky for Brigitte and company!
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