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From: "Dion C. Torraville" 
Subject: [OW!?] A Return to the Station.  And a New Body!
Date: 16 Jan 1999 00:00:00 GMT
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	Skuld laboured over the mech she was constructing for "In case
they ask, I'll be ready" situations.  The current mech was an upgraded
Minakochanian Guardian similar to the one Tuxedo Dionysus had blown up
around him against the ARC.

	"Stupid fool!  How could he get himself killed!" She almost cried,
"How the hell is he suppose to help me get Belldandy away from Keiichi if
he's dead!"

	*ring*

	"Eh?  Who's phoning at this hour!"  Irritably she climbed down the
ladder and walked over some Minakochanian Crewmembers to get to the phone.

	"Yeah whaddaya want!" She shouted.  This wasn't a very good day
for her.

	"Good afternoon.  You've reached the Spirit Help Line.  I'll be
stopping by for a consultation." 

	"WHAT?!"

	"Konnichiwa, Skuld-san."

	Skuld turned around to see a transparent TD half out of a mirror.

	"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!  GHOSTS!" she yelled as she dove under the
table.

	"Oi oi." TD sighed as he climbed out of the mirror.  Ok, perhaps
calling her first didn't lessen the shock. "It's only me Skuld.  I need
your help to get a body until I can get my own back!"

	Skuld looked up cautiously. "But you died!"

	"Yeah well... I'm getting better." TD sweatdropped, "But I need a
body until I can get real body back!"

	"You can't have mine!" Skuld screeched... then SCREECHED as she
noticed TD was considering it.

	"No, of course not.  You're not strong enough to face the enemy
since you're just a kid" *swish* "and all."  Luckily, being
non-substantial saved TD from one hell of a migrane.

	"I AM NOT A KID!" Skuld protested.

	"Yadda yadda, either way you're outmatched in the strength
department Skuld.  I need a strong body." TD reasoned.

	"What kind of person would let you use their body?" 

	"An... artificial one?"

	"You can possess machines?" Skuld gasped and ran for Banpei to
protect it.

	"I wouldn't know the first thing about it, but I reckon if that
wuse Nyakun can possess a tin can of Washu, I can too!  So now comes the
big problem... Where do we get a mechanical body?"

	

	"What about the Minakochanian Boomer?" Skuld asked, "She's been
doing nothing since Harold and them brought her back.  Well... other than
beating up the place."

	"Beating the place up?"

	"Hai.  She's a klutz with the strength of 1000 men.  When she
falls, she takes the room with it, you know?"

	"But it's got a female body... I'd look... feminine!" TD
complained.

	"So? It'd only be for a while anyway, until you get your real body
back.  And besides, as far as anyone would know, it'd be the Boomer.  It's
not like there'll be any trace of you unless you willed it."

	"Hmm... Alright.  Let's do it."

	
	A half hour and two kitchens later, TD managed to possess the
somewhat baffled Minakochanian Boomer.  He..er..She? was standing on the
bridge of the Arty-P, looking in the mirror to get accustomed to his new
form.  

	"Minako-sama...." (s)he sighed, staring at his reflection.

	"You think this was wise?" A crewman asked.

	"I... I don't know..." Skuld replied through her sweatdrop, "Call
the others on the communicator... Perhaps they'll know what to do."

	"I gotta use the washroom!" TD-Boomer exclaimed and ran off the
bridge.

	


TBC?


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Tuxedo Dionysus
Hehehehe.