Hmmm... two Iczer fics. And Iczer-2, no less, the star of it. I like!!!! 
^_^

So, here's my little contribution. And yes... it's a crossover. What else 
can you expect from me??

Anyway, I wrote this in tribute to a certain fanfic author who I honestly 
admit I forgot his name. He made the first Iczer-2 fic. He's the one who 
wrote Ragnarok, an Iczer-2/SI/Goddess fic. You guys know him?? OR even 
better, know where I can find him???

Without further ado...

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Space. A black endless void of stars, planets, nebulae, and star systems.
      Perhaps it might have been more than just that. To most, perhaps, 
it was - but for someone like her, it had become rather boring. She'd 
found enough of it in her travels across it for years now. She'd observed 
a few primitive civilizations, never interfering in what she considered 
trivial pursuits.
      She had freedom. No one controlled her.
      Her destiny was her own and no one else's.
      Still, she felt lonely. Like a part of her was missing - a vital 
link that marked her as who she was.
      Long years had she been alone. Years that had stretched to a decade 
or two. Decades that spanned into millennia after millennia of isolation. 
Try as she might, that feeling persisted. It gnawed at her very being, 
persisting in its efforts for her to take notice.
      And now, after all these countless years of travelling the cosmos, 
she surrendered to its call. However, she did so under duress - anything 
to get rid of it.

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Nikholas F. Toledo Zu Productions, Inc.
               Presents:

          An Iczer Fanfiction
    by: Nikholas "Radler" F. Toledo


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   Heart and Soul: Iczer in a Bubble
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      Funny how some things you were forced into became the very things 
that actually made life, for you, so much more interesting. Ironic, 
really. Perhaps she should have listened to it a lot earlier - then she 
wouldn't have to worry about it all that much. Not that she did - it was 
just that it had been irritating her for so long.
      She gazed at the city below her, the wind whipping her blood-red 
hair behind her, revealing her elfin ears that marked her for who she 
was. She watched the multitude of lights that lit up the city, saw them 
with a dispassionate eye. She was, as always, unimpressed by the view. 
Why would she be - it was all the same to her no matter where she was.
      That slight glaze in her eyes betrayed her true feelings, however.
      Much as she tried to put on an air of disinterest, the way her eyes 
glazed over for just a couple of precious seconds gave away much of how 
she truly felt. Not even one like her could learn all that was by just 
being alone.
      *Nagisa,* she thought fondly, remembering the young girl she had 
used to strike at her sister. Another set of images came to the fore - of 
a young girl smiling at the wild-haired little girl hugging her tightly.
      A small smile spread across her cold countenance, a simple smile 
that looked like it suited the person well.
      If only she could see it herself.

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      A young woman grappled futilely with the keys that were slowly 
slipping away from her hands. They could do little more than struggle 
uselessly as the keys dropped to the ground. A small curse could be heard 
coming from the woman as she slowly knelt down to retrieve her keys. She 
swore under her breath as the groceries she carried shifted uncomfortably 
against her sore arms. If she did not get this stuff onto the counter 
real quick, she was going to hate herself.
      Besides, her chocolate cake was with the groceries.
      Swiping the keys off the floor, she hurriedly inserted one, twisted 
the lock open, burst into her somewhat-messy foyer and scrambled towards 
the kitchen with her armload of groceries that were slipping away from 
her grip.
      With her precious load of chocolate cake in mind, she half-
stumbled, half-fell into her kitchen, reaching it in the nick of time as 
the groceries slipped free from her grasp and onto the counter. With a 
sigh of utmost relief, she slowly stood up, brushing away the locks of 
red hair that swayed in front of her face, mentally taking note that 
perhaps it was high time to have her hair cut.
      She then moved towards her computer, leaning against the plush 
chair she'd spent a pretty penny purchasing. Certainly well worth it, as 
she tended to spend whatever time she had to herself jacked into the 
internet superhighway.
      The computer activated itself, demanding the usual password 
protocols and whatnot she had installed for security measures. Nothing a 
great hacker like herself could handle. Then again, there weren't that 
many who could get one over her, something she prided herself in. A 
useful tool to fling to Priss when she went around teasing her about her 
weight.
      Smiling, she logged on, totally forgetting about bathing, eating 
that chocolate cake, and a certain little meeting that somehow skipped 
her mind...

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      She found herself wondering if this little trip she'd forced 
herself to take was worth it. Clearly, the people of this planet 
certainly have grown... She grappled for the correct word but found 
herself unable to come up with a decent enough word to describe the aura 
of silent defeat and utter helplessness she was feeling all around her.
      She drew the trenchcoat she had purloined earlier closer to her. It 
would not do for any of these people to see her clothes. She did not want 
to attract undue attention. First thing was some clothes, clothes that 
fit.
      Her memories hinted upon some sort of building and people. She 
glanced at the huge conical edifice that seemed to loom before her and 
everyone else, cloaked by foreboding that warned anyone of what could 
happen should anyone oppose it.
      She smirked, wondering how long it would take her to blow the 
building up into its subatomic parts.
      She shook her head. That was not it.
      Perhaps it would be wise if she sought help. She winced at the 
word. Never had she let herself be helped in anything, not even for 
something as simple as searching for proper clothing. Eyeing the people 
around her, she began to wonder about that. What could she lose if she 
asked? These people were of no danger to her. Hardly anything she could 
not handle without having to resort to using her abilities.
      And besides, those that did were either long dead or living in fear 
of her. Not true, but close enough for her.

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      "Give me all your money, bitch!!"
      She eyed the man with distaste clearly written in her face. She had 
encountered their kind the first night, relieving them of some wads of 
colored paper and plastic chips that one person had later labeled as 
credit chips.
      Feeling rather merciful, she decided to ignore the fool.
      (Not like he was going to be any trouble for her, really.)
      Running a hand through her wealth of blood-red hair, she turned 
back to where she came, not even caring about the man who was demanding 
money from her.
      "What the hell?!" screamed the man, running to intercept her.
      Without missing a beat, a slim hand shot across the air, 
backhanding the offensive human into the air. The force of the blow threw 
him a good ten meters and into a wall where he hung for a few moments 
before gravity took over. Her arm stayed in its position for a couple of 
seconds before she shoved the hand back into her pants.
      A gush of wind behind her tugged at the edges of her overcoat as 
she left the alley once more and rejoined the flock of humanity outside.
      She did not relish having to mingle too long with humans. It still 
made her uneasy. She was an Iczer, designed to protect - or, in her case, 
destroy those who opposed her masters. Still, that was the past, one she 
had helped in destroying, alongside her sisters.
      As she walked, she began to wonder. She could feel the faint 
tugging within her soul slowly pulling her towards an unknown 
destination. Having little else to do, she had opted to follow that 
unseen thread toward what could be the answer to her existence.
      She frowned, wondering where that thought came from.
      Her sisters had chosen each an Earthling to bond with them, both of 
whom were related to one another by blood. She wondered if this was what 
prompted her return to this world. If so, she wondered if the line of 
Nagisa Kano still existed after all this millennia of absence.
      Time held little meaning to her kind - much less so for her than 
any of her sisters.

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      Nene wilted under the combined stares of her friends. Red-faced and 
ashamed, she flashed her cutest smile and mumbled a weak apology, which 
her friends hardly heard and rarely heeded, by tradition. Of the three 
women before her, only one eyed her with that piercing look that bored 
through her defenses like butter.
      Sylia held her questioning gaze the longest, the others merely 
raising their hands in the air in surrender and proceeding to their work. 
Nene mumbled a more coherent 'sorry' to Sylia before she left the room, 
practically leaping for the door, nearly plowing into a surprised Mackie.
      Nene retreated back into the garage where she found Priss working 
on her bike.
      "You think Sylia's angry with me?" Nene asked in a small voice.
      Priss went on with her cleaning for a bit longer before she put 
down the rag and faced her long-time friend.
      "Not really. Mad, yes, but not enough she'd want you shot or 
anything gruesome."
      Nene stuck out her tongue at Priss before leaving with an injured 
air about her. Deciding she needed something to take her mind off her 
current predicament, she hopped on her scooter and left for a bit more 
shopping - anything to get her mind off it.

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       She stopped, a small frown crossing her face as she eyed the 
people around her - she tried to discern this feeling of danger she 
suddenly felt. One hand gripped an imaginary sword, as if reassuring 
herself that it would be there when she needed it.
      Somehow, she had a feeling she'd -
      A powerful explosion rippled across the face of the building above 
her, showering everyone with pieces of concrete, steel, and glass. The 
screaming began even as the sounds of the dying and the injured were 
drowned by even more powerful detonations that reduced the upper two-
thirds of the building into so much rubble.
      She raised one arm above her, pulverizing the large junks of steel 
and concrete that fell her way. A small cry caught her attention.
      Whirling around, she saw a red-haired girl lying on the ground, her 
legs pinned down by a large section of steel and stone. She could feel 
the pain the woman felt and her silent plea for help.
      Without really knowing why, she moved towards the distraught woman. 
Only when she was directly in front of the woman did the redhead take 
notice of her presence. Sea-green eyes met her own ruby ones.
      For that single instant, she felt something different. A sort of 
completeness.
      Frowning, she grabbed the section of steel and stone with a little 
effort and tossed it aside. She bent down to pick up the girl and 
disappeared in a flash of light.

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      Nene stared in stunned disbelief at the strange woman - or was it a 
boomer? - that had saved her back then when that thing collapsed on top 
of her. More than that, she could not believe what she had done to her 
next, when they had somehow magically reappeared on top of this building. 
Somehow, this strange woman had healed her legs, mended broken bones and 
torn ligaments. That should have been physically impossible.
      "Who are you?" she finally managed to say at the woman who stared 
at her with those cold red eyes. Nene tried not to shiver, being reminded 
all too well that they resembled the eyes of a boomer.
      "I am called Iczer-2."
      Nene blinked. *I was right!!* she said to herself. "You are a 
boomer, then?"
      Iczer shook her head, a smirk parting those thin red lips of hers. 
"Nothing like those pathetic little creatures you humans have invented. I 
am Iczer. That is all."
      It was Nene's turn to be confounded by her cryptic speech.
*She's an Iczer? Just what the heck does it mean?* she wondered. Nene 
irritably rubbed her ears, wondering where that strange buzzing sound was 
coming from.
      Iczer-2 stared at the delicate looking female she had rescued from 
certain death. Her mind whirled with a dozen questions she wished to ask 
but hesitant to even voice them out, unsure what reactions they would 
cause upon the woman.
      Once, she would have used force to get what she wanted. Time spent 
with her sisters - short as they may have been, over the countless 
millennia - had taught her to temper her rash attitude, but it did not 
serve to shut it off completely. Old traits did indeed die hard.
      Still, she was curious. This feeling of completeness was something 
her sisters had oftentimes mentioned when they were with their Nagisa. 
She wondered if this could be it? A part of her felt it was indeed what 
she was searching for in this remote world. Another questioned this 
seeming ease in which she had found her goal.
      Shaking her head, she approached the woman, kneeling beside her as 
she stared deeper into those sea-green eyes that seemed to sparkle with 
mischief. Frowning, she cupped her hand under the woman's chin, her eyes 
searching for something even she could not fathom herself.
      "What are you doing?" Nene demanded.
      "Are you the one?"
      Nene blinked. "Huh?"
      <Are you the one?>
      Nene jumped, eyes wide with disbelief. "How did you do that?" she 
wondered out loud.
      Smiling, Iczer sat down beside the woman. "Your name?"
      "Nene, Nene Romanova" came the reply.
      Iczer was surprised by the level of control this woman had. She 
showed promise already. It was good this one does not show fear so 
readily.
      "And what do I call you?"
      "I am called Iczer-2."
      "Uh-huh. Can I just call you Iczer, maybe?"
      Iczer-2 nodded. "As you wish it."

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      A week passed since her little brush with death and, somehow, she 
found herself actually glad it had happened. Had it not, she would never 
have met the being known as Iczer-2.
      Nene flushed a bit as the link passed to her how Iczer felt about 
it as well. Certainly, it seemed like a dream - for the both of them 
actually! She'd gone out with Iczer every time she could get away from 
her duties at ADP HQ, not to mention her involvement with the Knight 
Sabers.
      Everywhere she went, she felt the familiar presence of Iczer-2 with 
her - something associated with the link they shared. Perhaps it was the 
bracelet Iczer had given her to were at all times.
      Ever since her encounter with Iczer-2, she felt invigorated. Like 
she could take on GENOM all by herself. She gasped at what Iczer felt 
about it: a sense of eagerness, a primal craving that she herself found 
intoxicating.
      Nene found herself crashing back to earth as Noriko nudged her 
shoulder. Looking back at their superior, she hurriedly dove into her 
work once more, idly wondering when Iczer was going to help her learn 
more of those moves she'd been taught by her newfound companion.
      It may have sounded strange before, but it felt just right indeed 
to her now. Whatever it may be, she was thankful to have met Iczer.
      Of course, her friends were rather suspicious of her sudden change 
in attitude. Priss and Linna were still unwilling to believe that she'd 
actually passed Level Six in the Training Room. Even Sylia was impressed 
by it.
      Still, it all paled to what it was doing to her physique.
      Nene grinned as she happily went back to work, shelving her 
daydreams for later.

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      Something woke within the depths of the deep, its cold red eyes 
glaring at the screen before it. Long had it taken him to restore himself 
to what he was - longer still, as he sought out the necessary changes he 
had to make before he presented himself once more to his future bride-to-
be.
      He was impressed by her performance as she strove to become that 
all too important balancing force against GENOM. He had to give her 
credit for trying - not that she wasn't succeeding.
      Of course, it really was going to be for naught.
      Tomorrow would herald his rebirth. And with it would come the 
mastery over all the boomers the world over.
      He will have the OMS tonight.

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      Somewhere within the depths of GENOM Central HQ, a young woman 
trembled uncontrollably at the hulking boomer that stood before her. 
Mumbling incoherently, she slowly backed away, silently screaming for 
help. Tears ran freely down her face as she backed away, her heart 
pounding with terror.
      The red eyes glowed.
      She tried to scream but found her mouth being invaded by a mass of 
writhing tentacles...
      [Get your heads out of the gutter!!! you are not gonna find any 
hentai here....]
      The woman collapsed on the floor as she tried vainly to remove the 
offending thing from her mouth. Her eyes went wide in shock as she felt 
her body go on fire. Her eyes went wider still at what was happening 
slowly happening to her.
      She screamed and screamed. But it was useless.
      Within an hour, the young woman was a fully functioning 
boomer/human hybrid, thanks to the nanites that even then reconstructed 
her remaining flesh. It did, however, leave enough organics that was 
needed for the task. It had the time to do a full reconstruction later 
on.
      She turned to its companion, motioning for it to wait as she headed 
towards the elevator.

            GENOM CORP SECUIRTY ELEVATOR
            Please insert security key and stand by for
            retinal and voice print analysis.

            Access Key: 12AF0005O-ALPHA01-1299
            Retinal Access...... Scanning...... Complete

            Voice Print Analysis.....

      "MATRIX."

            Voice Print Analysis..... Matched
            Code.... OK

      "Welcome, Miss Miyuki Kobiyakawa."
      Grinning, she entered the elevator, her companion moving beside 
her. The doors closed as Miyuki opened the access panel on the elevator 
and inserted her access key into it while punching a number sequence on 
the elevator's buttons.
      "Next stop: the OMS," she announced.

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      The next day, Nene was surprised to wake up to the sound of frantic 
pounding on her door. She felt her bed shift slightly as another body 
rose to check on the door. Her eyes snapped open as she literally jumped 
out of bed, racing towards the door to intercept Iczer.
      While doubtless no harm could possibly happen to her companion, 
only a few people did visit her or pounded the door like that. She had 
almost made it had she been a fraction of a second sooner.
      Iczer opened the door only to find herself greeting the floor as a 
slight weight smashed her from behind. Normally, these things never 
happened to her, but even Iczers were prone to these things, especially 
one who had just woken up.
      Three pairs of disbelieving eyes stared at the two who lay sprawled 
on the floor.
      Priss whistled. "Never thought you went thatta-way, Nene-chan."
      "I can't believe you could do such a thing, Nene." This one from 
Linna. "Would you mind some company later on?"
      The blush that came to Nene's face drained out as she stared wide-
eyed at Linna's sudden proposal. She really wasn't sleeping with Iczer. 
Well, a little bit of kissing and touching here and there - but that was 
it!! A small part of her brain wondered what else could that be called.
      Bashing the thought away with a mallet, she calmly excused herself 
from her friends, dragging her companion back into her room to change. 
Besides, she needed to warn Iczer to be careful around Sylia; no telling 
what Sylia could find out.
      Iczer then decided it prudent that she left for the time being, as 
this would cause less trouble for her. Nene assured her she could stay 
but Iczer was adamant about it.
      "You don't need to think that you'd hurt me, Nene. I admit that I 
have yet to even understand a fraction of your Earth customs, but I have 
learned what my sisters have tried to tell me. Having you is an 
experience that I cannot forget. And, if I can, I would want you to be 
with me forever."
      Nene blushed red at that.
      Iczer laughed softly at Nene's reaction. It was strange how fast 
she was changing - only a few days here on Earth and she had changed so 
much. Perhaps there was something to what her sisters had said.

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      Sylia sat by the sofa, her eyes watching the door intently. Linna 
and Priss could only sit there, watching Sylia with a curious eye. If 
this had been any ordinary day, no doubt the two of them would have been 
pestering Nene about this.
      This was not the case, however.
      Sylia wondered about the strange woman who had greeted them at the 
front door. Nene had been spending quite a bit of time with her newfound 
friend. She was wary of the woman, as she remembered the woman eyeing 
them all, gauging them.
      Still, this was not the time to be worrying about that: someone had 
the OMS.
      That was enough to send a chill through her body. Only a handful of 
people knew of its existence. No one outside that little circle knew of 
the OMS. Anyone who did ended up dying with the information. For someone 
to have found out about it and manage to get away with it cleanly spoke 
volumes of his capabilities.
      She knew, of course. And that she was still alive spoke well of her 
own skills.
      She did not relish meeting up with the old man. Not after what he'd 
done to her family.
      "Are we really going there, Sylia?" asked Priss gruffly, not 
bothering to hide her displeasure over it. "Why the hell did you even 
accept this job?!!"
      "Normally, I wouldn't have even bothered with it. But, with the OMS 
at stake, I have no choice but to accept," answered Sylia.
      "What is this OMS, Sylia?" asked Linna.
      Sylia glanced back at the retreating figure of the woman, watching 
Nene stare at the woman before turning to greet them. "What's going on, 
Sylia?"
      "A lot. As we speak, Mackie's driving here with the van. Our 
current situation is bleak. Someone has stolen the OMS, the Overmind 
Control System."
      Sylia heard Nene gasp. She quickly made a note to ask how she knew 
of it. "Whoever has it must be stopped. For that, I've taken the liberty 
- "
      Her words were drowned out when Nene's wall TV came to life, 
bearing the familiar face of Largo.
      "PEOPLE OF EARTH: HEAR ME, AS I BRING TO YOU ALL THE COMING OF 
ARMAGEDDON."
      Sylia stood up, her eyes suddenly cold and distant.
      Turning around, she whispered in a barely audible sound. "Knight 
Sabers, Go!!"

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      That was ten hours ago.
      Already, half the world had bowed to the will of Largo, their 
nations having little-to-no power at all to even put up even the 
slightest resistance. Boomers all over the world rebelled, attacking 
humans, slaughtering them even as defense forces and military units 
fought a desperate war.
      The USSD had voted unanimously in using the orbital beam satellites 
but had found, to their extreme disappointment, that Largo also held 
control of the satellites. No one in the USSD HQ had any time to do 
anything about it as dozens of beam satellites lined in to target 
military and government locations across the world.
      And, in MegaTokyo...
      A desperate battle was underway, spearheaded by the combined forces 
of GENOM's mobile defense squads and boomers that had been, before the 
OMS had been stolen, lying within the depths of GENOM Tower - sentries 
that had the same firepower as 55Cs but little else. With them came 
hundreds of ADP officers, wearing full power armors on loan from GENOM. 
No one really minded, as anything that helped was enough.
      But their best was never really any good. Not against a hundred 
mass-produced hyper-boomers.
      Leon McNichol glared at the slowly approaching war machines with 
ever growing apprehension. His entire team had been gutted. Not that the 
others spread across the entire city were any different. GENOM's boomers 
- those that had been built without the OMS system integrated within them 
- were doing very little, not against hyper-boomers and not with this 
much.
      No less than two dozen undamaged hyper-boomers approached his squad 
of ten GM4-type equipped units. They were low on ammunition and too 
massively outnumbered and outgunned to even matter.
      Leon sighed, glancing at his companions.
      "Looks like this is it," one muttered.
      "Fuck it. If I'm gonna die, I'm going to take some of these 
bastards with me," another cried out.
      Leon smiled. "Not to worry, gentlemen. We've got all the time in 
the world to take care of these bastards."
      "Here they come!!" warned another.
      A volley of missiles and particle beams swept through their ranks. 
Two died almost immediately. The rest threw themselves flat on the 
ground, their beam rifles firing back. Leon watched as two more of his 
men were blasted away.
      Leon cursed, having resigned himself early on that this was one 
battle he was not going to be walking out of.
      Suddenly, the incoming boomers were assaulted by a hail of 
spherical energy that exploded all around them, taking out three almost 
immediately, while the rest tried to home in on their aggressor.
      Leon blinked, following the boomers gaze towards a nearby broken-
down building behind him.
      A silhouette of a woman greeted his sights.
      "What the hell?!!"
      That was all he managed to say as the boomers began firing, a 
couple of them taking to the air and launch airborne attacks.
      Iczer-2 watched them come, waiting for the right moment to spring 
to action. She jumped just as the first missiles and beam projectiles 
smashed the building she had been standing on to so much more rubble. 
What struck her splashed harmlessly across her shields.
      She smirked, bringing up her beam sword against the first of her 
airborne opponents. The two of them met midair, her sword blurring as she 
slashed the hyper-boomer into pieces. The others tried to blot her from 
the skies, but she was too fast, too agile for their likes to even hit.
      The battle lasted for five whole minutes.
      Iczer-2 blinked, chiding herself for taking too long, before flying 
off. She'd tarried long enough - Nene needed her help, feeling Nene's 
growing desperation through the link.
      *Hang on, Nene-chan.*

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      The battle was almost over.
      Somehow, they've managed to pass through the dozens of boomers that 
littered the underwater complex - not just mere boomers, but hyper-
boomers, scattered amongst the 55Cs and BU-88 boomers.
      The battle had not been without a price.
      They were all too exhausted by the continuous fights. They'd 
already ditched their motoroids back at the other end of the tunnel they 
were currently in. The explosions set off from the destruction of their 
vehicles had been more than enough to seal the door, preventing any more 
of those boomers to pursue them.
      The tunnel suddenly opened into a large cavern. In the center of 
the cavern stood a dais where their target sat waiting for them. Beside 
him was a young woman - what had been a young woman.
      Upon seeing the four Knight Sabers, the woman changed, morphing 
into a powerful-looking boomer. The way it changed was different from the 
normal boomer shedding processes. It almost seemed like its skin flowed 
across its body, changing it but leaving itself looking vaguely female.
      The Knight Sabers moved closer, with Sylia boldly standing out in 
front of them.
      Sylia opened her visor, dark brown eyes glaring at Largo.
      "Welcome, Sylia Stingray," greeted the one known as Largo, self-
proclaimed liberator of all boomerkind. "I trust you had little trouble 
finding the door?" The last he uttered with a sinister smile on his face.
      Priss shouldered her way past Sylia, leveling her shoulder cannons 
at him. One didn't need to see her face to see the intense hatred that 
flashed in her eyes.
      Largo scoffed at the fool in the blue hardsuit. It was little more 
than a pest - one that he was going to crush. He had not forgotten the 
insult the woman had done to him before, back in GENOM Tower.
      Largo smiled, a cold ruthless smile as he raised his arms and swung 
it in an arc a couple of times. The ground exploded all around Priss, the 
smoke swallowing her up.
      Largo persisted in his attacks, a barely visible arc of light could 
be observed leaving his hand.
      Priss suddenly burst through the thick smoke, firing at Largo with 
everything she had.
      He stood there, letting himself get hit.
      Largo laughed at the seemingly futile display, much to Priss' 
chagrin.
      "I would suggest you all surrender."
      "FUCK YOU!!" Priss shouted. "We killed you once and we'll kill you 
again, if we have to!!"
      Largo laughed long and hard, motioning for her assistant to step 
forward.
      "Would you please teach these poor fools the futility of their 
struggles, Miyuki."
      It nodded.
      "And don't hurt them too much. After all, one of them _is_ my 
bride-to-be."

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      "Nene, watch out!!" Linna called out to her friend.
      Too late - the hyper-boomer kicked Nene in the side, throwing her a 
good ten meters and into the wall. Nene cried out in pain as she smashed 
herself into a stop.
      Priss growled, activating her boosters as she tackled it to the 
ground. Without missing a beat, she knucklebombed it in the face.
      A hand suddenly grasped her tightly around the neck, squeezing 
slowly as the boomer stood up. Priss uttered a curse as she tried to 
point her arm cannon on it.
      "It is useless to resist, fool," it said to her in a strangely 
human-sounding voice.
      "What the hell do you know!!" Priss shouted back, letting out a 
small cry as the boomer squeezed her throat tighter. "Fuck you, boomer 
bitch!! If I'm going down, I'm going to take you with me first!!!"
      It laughed before releasing its grip on her. Priss had little time 
to rejoice as the boomer brought up its free hand and smashed its fist 
into her stomach, punting her to a nearby wall.
      It suddenly found itself parrying the strikes of the white saber as 
it backed away, carefully trying to put the white saber between itself 
and the green one.
      Still, it did not matter in the long run. It was powerful - far 
beyond any other hyper-boomer. Not bad for someone who had once been 
human.
      Something struck it from behind, eliciting a small cry from it. It 
was all Sylia needed as she stabbed the boomer twice.
      Roaring in anger, the boomer backhanded Sylia away while firing its 
shoulder-mounted particle cannon at the green saber.
      Seeing that all three of its opponents were down, it turned its 
attention to the pink one. It smiled, showing its hands to the pink saber 
as it extended its claws, wickedly sharp claws that could tear through 
ten inches of reinforced titanium alloy into bits.
      "That had hurt."
      "Uh... sorry??"
      Nene backed away, trying to remain calm. Nene shivered in fright as 
the boomer displayed its razor sharp claws. Gulping, Nene mentally 
screamed at anyone to help her. Looking behind the boomer, she saw her 
friends groggily getting up but she knew that they would be too late.
      Her mind screamed at her to do something - anything that might 
delay her opponent. Running through her weapons inventory, she was 
dismayed to see most of them were offline. That last shot she'd made was 
it.
      *ICZER-2!!!! HELP ME!!!!* she screamed as loudly in her mind as she 
could.
      "Time to die, little girl," it announced.
      Nene closed her eyes as she waited for the inevitable to happen.
      Seconds later, Nene opened her eyes to see the ruby orbs of Iczer-
2's eyes staring at her.
      Iczer-2 smiled as she crushed the boomer's hands and tore it from 
its shoulder with a casual flick of her arm. The boomer howled in pain, 
backing away from the strange entity that had suddenly appeared.
      Without warning, Iczer-2 leapt forward, one hand forming the beam 
saber which she used to slash a deep rent across the boomer's chest. 
Nutrient fluids burst from the 'wound,' the boomer holding its one 
remaining arm across its chest.
      Iczer-2 smirked as she walked towards the doomed boomer. Faster 
than the eye could see, Iczer-2 grabbed the boomer by the throat, raising 
it in the air as her fist slowly squeezed its neck. The boomer hung 
helpless as it struggled to break free. Without any leverage, there was 
little else it could do.
      Tiring of the game, Iczer-2 formed a sphere of energy which she 
aimed at its chest.
      "Looks like you'll be the one who'll be dying tonight, my dear."
      So saying, Iczer-2 released the sphere at point blank range, 
blasting a hole through the boomer, killing it in seconds.
      She released her grip on the dead boomer, turning her attentions to 
the one called Largo.
      "I killed your little pet," she pronounced in much the same tone as 
one would have said asking for a piece of bread. Glaring at the impudent 
smirk on his face, Iczer-2 teleported directly in front of him and 
started kicking him in the face.
      The blow caught Largo off guard as he sailed through the air to 
smash into the reinforced ceiling.
      Without losing a beat, Iczer-2 once again teleported herself in 
front of the man, unleashing two energy spheres at point-blank range.
      Unlike the other one, Largo seemed to be built of sterner stuff. It 
hardly mattered in the long run, as Iczer-2 grabbed hold of Largo's arms, 
pinning them behind his back.
      "I think you and I should take a little trip. I know of a good 
place for power-hungry psychotics like you, Largo," she purred in his 
ears before disappearing.
      "Iczer-2!!!!" Nene cried out before losing consciousness.

   =================================

      Ten days had passed since the Largo incident. Mankind had once 
again been rescued from the brink of extinction. Still, the time of 
mourning was well past. Rebuilding would take many years and many changes 
would undoubtedly take place - moreso now, with what had happened. There 
would be an accounting of the incident.
      But not now.
      Even Genom appeared hesitant to even do anything, save helping out 
in the reconstruction efforts across the world. Many would wonder why 
this was so - in the end, it paled to the truth of it all.

   =================================

      Sylia gazed down at the ruins of MegaTokyo, her back turned to her 
friends and those she had gathered in this office that had once been 
Chairman Quincy's office. She still could not have believed that the OMS 
was _not_ merely a tool but had been the very heart of GENOM.
      The OMS was Quincy.
      No wonder no one really saw the old man.
      With the OMS destroyed, Sylia had become GENOM's CEO and major 
shareholder, Quincy's successor - not to mention something more: he was 
her uncle, one that had been looking over her since it had all began.
      She had prided herself in her ability to elude GENOM, but now...
      The truth certainly was painful. She was not, as she had once 
thought, resourceful enough to elude GENOM. Her uncle had seen to it that 
she and the Knight Sabers were left alone.
      The revelations had been painful. Moreso to Priss, who had gone off 
for some time to think it over. Still, she had returned, no doubt glaring 
at her back.
      Of all those that had been most affected, it seemed that Nene had 
been hit hardest. ADP HQ was little more than a burning pile of rubble - 
not that the rest of the city looked any different. Many of her friends 
worked there. Too many friends lost. Too many griefs to bear.
      But most of all, she had lost her link to the being known only as 
Iczer-2.
      Even now, Nene's tale was still somewhat difficult to believe.
      Still, with what they'd seen her do back there in Largo's secret 
base, it would be foolish of her to even doubt it.
      A startled gasp caused her to turn around. Her eyes fell upon 
Nene's bewildered face as the young girl beheld the woman who had 
suddenly appeared behind her.
      Smiling, Iczer-2 knelt behind Nene, kissing her lightly on the 
cheek.
      "I told you I'd come back," she said softly.

   ======================== THE END.


      OK. Something to actually get my mind off my problems. Not to 
mention a lot of other things. I'm still doing revisions on both Angel's 
Chronicles and Once and Future Goddess. The people who are waiting for 
these, I ask only your patience. I'll get right back to it now....
      Ja ne!!!

RADLER