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Date Posted: 16:47:15 07/06/01 Fri
Author: Knutz
Subject: Before him, his worst fear.

Knutz stood in consummate shock outside the corridor leading to McDonald's. The scene before him was worse than anything he could imagine, and more horribly, not too far from what he feared. An SBR security team surrounded the Maunches, Helter & Skelter, and an additional coverage of turret-guns had dropped from the ceiling. Nearby was the wreckage of the craft known as The Elvis, the former ship of the inimitable Spaceman Bill. But none of that mattered to Knutz. Not now. He saw all of it peripherally; he was focused beyond.

"Drop your weapons and surrender! We will shoot if any more aggressive acts are taken."

"Fire bad!"

Dazed, Knutz only heard this verbal exchange without paying it much attention. He wandered over to the too-still heap of transmetal that was his brother Zephyr. He knelt beside him, head hung low. Even as Skelter's tenatacles thrashed about a few feet behind them(the instruments of Zephyr's fate) and Helter continued with his monotonous but frightening catch phrase, Knutz was oblivious.

"W-well Zeph, I been finishing m-my own--"

The transmetal squirrel paused as though waiting for something.

"--sentences. Guess t-this is why, huh? I know I got on your nerves a l-lot, but I covered you just as many times as you covered me, right? Right?

No...no, I screwed up a lot more, a-and you always paid for it. If I hadn't stayed behind just now, it might have been me that got scrapped, and the way our sparks react in close proximity....maybe it would have been you anyway. E-either way, same result, still my fault. MY fault.

I messed up big time. I don't know if Fireshard is even still in her room! You and I should have handled those two demons quickly and efficiently and gotten back t-to what Rotor wanted us to do...but I was arrogant, self-sure...

COME ON! This finishing my own thought thing is SCRAP! JOIN IN! TELL me what kind of brother I was! Tell me! TELL ME IT WAS ALL MY FAULT! IT--"
"--wasn't your fault. D-don't blame--"
"--myself? Why shouldn't I! I--waitaminute! Zeph!! Are you--?

ZEPH!!"

But the injured squirrel Maximal had managed only the few weak words before slipping back into stasis lock. Distraught, Knutz looked from the security situation to his brother and made the only choice his fuel-pump would allow.

Slumping his brother over his shoulders, he turned his back and began trudging toward the Medlabs...

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