Selected Writings
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She was unconsious, fairly intertwined with him. Her breathing was light, but Michael kept his eyes on her. He felt bad, this suffering was because of him. All he could promise was to stay with her.
Michael moved just slightly, picking a blanket off the end, and covering it over them. A new page had been turned, and he knew it would be a happy one as she made herself comfortable on his chest.
Of course, it'd be punctuated by heavy warfare. Such was their way of life.
Next: The Final Showdown -
Don't forget, you don't know I'm here at all. No word of that fact is to be mentioned in any letters. The world is not supposed to know what the hell they did with me. I'm not supposed to be commanding this army. I'm not even supposed to be in this base. Let the first b------s to find out be the goddamned Campus. Some day, I want them to rise up on their piss-soaked hind legs and howl 'Ach! It's the goddamned Rangers and that son-of-a-b---- Haghn again!'
Then there's one thing you men will be able to say when this war is over and you get back home. Thirty years from now when you're sitting by your fireside with your grandson on your knee and he asks, 'What did you do in the great Daggerland War?' You won't have to cough and say, 'Well, your granddaddy shoveled s--- in Haven City.' No sir, you can look him straight in the eye and say 'Son, your granddaddy rode with the great Rangers and a son-of-a-goddamned-b---- named Michael Haghn!
All right, you sons of b----es. You know how I feel. I'll be proud to lead you wonderful guys in battle any time, anywhere. That's all.
-Haghn salutes the assembled crowd as they clap and cheer, then he turns and kisses Allyson, under his breath, he whispers- Lets do this. -
Michael looked up, at the massive hull of the ship that towered before him. It was the first of a new breed of warship.
Excaliber.
The name seemed fitting, Arthurs mythical sword, a weapon of great power. But Michael's Excaliber held power beyond his, Morgan Le Fay's, or Merlin's. He could send the ship through Hell, and it would lay waste to everything.
The key, was that the outer hull was angel metal. Indestructable.
This new line of cruisers would fit in nicely with his plans. -
People, we know why we're here. Nobody, not even ourselves thought that we'd make it this far. But here we are, the real deal. The enchilada is in front of us, and we are but mere hours from it. Let us not forget what brought us here, and what we've done. We play this, like we've always played this. One round at a time, with one hundred ten percent behind every answer and blind guess. The best of the best are here, and our little team from a backwater craphole is with them. Whether we're up by ninety, or down ninety, we keep going. I want us to look back, sometime in the future, and think, "this was our finest hour." We didn't come here to lose, ladies and gentlemen. So let's being that enchilada home.
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