Hi everyone!

Here is my newest story for the MD fandom. I wrote this story for Nanowrimo 2016, and it's half finished. I should be uploading a chapter a week for the next twenty eight-ish/thirty weeks. I've already finished half, so it's ready to go.

This story will focus on my OC's Ella, Cal and Magda and what happened on Puckworld during the year long occupation by the Saurians and how the planet was liberated.

You will have to read my first story One and Only to understand the lead up to this story, as it is a continuation of it. Mainly it's going to talk about the seven years that happened between chapter 36 and chapter 38.

I hope you all enjoy the deep dive into my head cannon of the MD universe.

TFG


Chapter One

The end of the world started on a Tuesday.

Well, the end of the world as everyone on Puckworld had known it for their entire lives.

On that Tuesday morning adults everywhere got up, got dressed, had breakfast and went to work while children slept in as it was the start of summer vacation. The weather was the same as usual, mildly cold with bright sunshine, which was typical for the start of the summer months. The roads were just as busy as they ever were for the morning rush hour. As were the coffee shops, cafés and restaurants that were open for breakfast.

By all accounts it was a perfectly, typical Tuesday morning. Meaning, it was boring and uneventful, and would likely stay boring and uneventful for the rest of the week. At least, that's what everyone thought.

That was what Calford Thunderbeak thought as he made his way to work at seven o'clock that morning. The drake was dressed in a pinstriped shirt with rolled up sleeves and plain black pants with dress boots. He had his firearm holster strapped across his chest, with his badge on his belt and was carrying his suit jacket and tie in one hand and his briefcase in the other. He got into his vintage sports car, a birthday gift to himself the year before, and drove away from his modest semi-detached home. He didn't need anything fancier after all, it was only him for most of the year with his only son visiting during the holidays.

He cursed the congested roads as he got the twelfth call from his office demanding that he get into work immediately while he was stuck in stop and start traffic. He was then irritated by the young business drake in front of him when he was in line for his morning coffee. He couldn't help but think that if it takes someone longer than the twenty-minute wait to get to cash register to decide what they want, then he should be allowed to punch them in the back of the head. He was sorely tempted use his badge to skip the queue, but that would be unfair. He also knew that half of the ducks in the line were police officers as well, and he didn't want to set a bad example.

When Calford, better known just as Cal, finally walked through the doors of the ninth precinct of the Central City Police Department he was immediately bombarded by requests by various other officers. Something that was to be expected when you were Chief of Detectives and the crime of the century had just been committed in the early hours of that morning. Not that he knew that yet as the police chief had not said anything about the actual crime during any of the now fifteen phone calls that he had received.

Cal just pushed through the crowd of detectives and uniformed officers to get to his private office. He was determined to at least keep some of his morning schedule before he was sucked into the various meetings and briefings that his new rank required.

Once he was in the privacy of his own office the tall, tan drake managed to take a deep breath and destress before he set down his coffee and fruit pastry. It was part of his morning routine to have fifteen minutes to himself in his office before he started his day. He would sit down, eat his breakfast and drink his coffee, then he would tackle his day.

As he sat down at his desk Cal couldn't help but feel quite content with his life as he looked around his collection of photographs that lined the walls of his office. He was in his early fifties and still maintained his thick, tan plumage with no thinning in any area. He was still quite well-built and in great shape due to his self-imposed training schedule. He had recently been promoted to Chief of Detectives after being in the force for twenty-eight years and was thriving in the job. His only son was recently back from college after finishing his third year at one of the most prestigious universities in the district of Mallar and had a bright future ahead of him in whatever field that he choose.

Though, he was a little lonely. His wife had died several years ago and his best friend had been killed in the line of duty a few years before that. This had left him mostly alone in the world, especially now that his son had gone to another city for university. He did try to have an active social life though, with his neighbour and friend, as well as some colleagues at the force.

His thoughts were interrupted by the insistent ringing of his phone, signalling that he was going to have to deal with everything sooner rather than later.

"Detective Thunderbeak," Cal said as he answered the phone.

"Briefing room, now!" Came the unmistakable voice of Police Chief Irvine Baucane. The phone was then slammed down before Cal could say another word. It seemed that whatever had happened had caused the Chief to become more irritated than usual, which Cal had thought would have been impossible.

The drake couldn't help the sigh that emitted from his long, dark orange beak. He grabbed his coffee and made his way to the briefing room to find out about this unbelievable crime. When he arrived, he noticed the heads of most departments, plus some of the higher ups from the District Attorney's office. All the assembled ducks were talking amongst themselves or looking through the long briefing pack that were stacked by the door. Cal grabbed his own pack and began to read about the crime, that was so unbelievable that the experienced law-drake had to reread it a few times to take it in.

"Right, let's keep this brief, we have a lot to do, and pressure coming from everyone to get his done quickly," Chief Baucane said as he walked in.

This drake was even taller than Cal, and was almost black in colour. When the light hit his plumage it would often seem to be blue giving him a very intimating appearance, especially with his dark eyes and black beak. He had been in the police department for over thirty-five years and had worked his way up from the bottom to the top through his exemplary service. He was tough on crime when it was required and got things done, which earned him the respect of all the elected officials and officers who worked under him. And if he was stressed over this crime, then there was good reason to be worried.

"Here's what we know. The Great Mallar Emerald was being held in the safe below the Central Natural History Museum before it went on display. The last guard report was at three thirty-six, and they reported the theft around six forty this morning after they responded to a fire in the building next door and discovered the body of a guard that had been run through. That's a three-hour window. No alarms were tripped, the safe was cracked expertly. A decoy was left in its place and it was only due to the idiocy of a guard that we found out that it had been stolen. They got in and out without leaving any evidence or without anyone noticing," Chief Baucane continued, going through the pictures that had been taken at the crime scene.

"Do we have any leads?" Cal asked, taking notes on the crimes.

"We believe it was the Brotherhood, again, due to the death of the guard in the building next to the museum," Chief Baucane answered, with a disappointed sigh.

The Brotherhood of the Blade was one of the most notorious criminal syndicates on the planet. They operated in every district of the unified planet, but they seemed to be most active in Mallar. The prevailing thought on the Brotherhood was that they had a central base of operations and it was possibly located somewhere in Central City, though no one was completely sure.

The Central City Police Department and District Attorney's Office were also quite sure they knew who was now running that crime syndicate. A young Rouenin drake by the name of Duke L'Orange. Unfortunately, everything linking him to the criminal gang was completely circumstantial. The dark drake was like Teflon, nothing ever stuck. And it was infuriating. It was the same with the drake who was thought to be the head of that gang before L'Orange took over.

"Now, as we all know, the security around the Emerald was meant to be unbreakable. In fact, the museum hadn't even planned to announce that they were going to be displaying the emerald until today. The only people who knew that the Emerald was being kept in the museum were two members of the board of directors, the mayor's office and my office. So, we're going to have to consider each of these offices, which Internal Affairs will be handling. Detective Thunderbeak, will be heading up the investigation and you will be reporting directly to me," Baucane continued, nodding to each of the ducks that he mentioned.

This wasn't the first case that Cal had overseen. But, it was the most high-profile case. He was just glad that the press hadn't caught wind of the case yet. It meant they had time to investigate without having their every move being constantly questioned.

Though that would not last long. The Mallar Emerald, as it was one of the few remnants of the Mallar Family Dynasty who had ruled the district of Mallar for hundreds of years before the Saurian Invasion three hundred years ago. After the Saurians were defeated the districts were then unified into one democratically elected government, so the Mallar Family were the last royal family.

"As you all will remember, the Emerald was almost stolen about ten years ago," Baucane continued, "the theft was done by the Brotherhood, though it was never fully proven. We had one arrest, who pleaded guilty at the arraignment, so we had to close the case. The perpetrator was a ten-year-old girl, who we believe was being groomed to be second in command of the Brotherhood. And, she is the younger sister of L'Orange. She was given an adult sentence of twenty-five years to life, as it was thought that it would fit the crime and the criminal. She is currently ten years into that sentence."

"No she isn't," suddenly came the voice of a senior detective. Everyone looked around to see Captain Charlie Abacot, who was sitting at the back of the room, leaning casually back on his chair reading his file with his feet up on the table. This detective was one of the most senior in the department, and was just below Cal. He would have been promoted to Chief of Detectives, if he wasn't due to retire in a few months. Which explained his relaxed demeanour, there was very little anyone could do to him with only a few months until retirement.

"What was that Captain?" Baucane asked, confused. He remembered this case. He was in the courtroom when the sentence had been handed down. He remembered thinking that the sentence was excessive but he didn't say anything to contradict it. The girl was a career criminal and had been linked to hundreds of other crimes. If she hadn't had been caught then, she probably would have gone on to do much worse. Much like her brother had in the ten years since the attempted theft.

"Eleanor L'Orange, she was paroled almost three years ago, for exemplary behaviour and unfair sentencing," Captain Abacot continued, causing everyone to look around shocked at the information. How could they not know this information?

"What?! Why wasn't I told about this? Why didn't your department tell me about this?" Baucane said angrily towards the D.A.'s office.

Those representatives just looked confused and began to frantically search through their files and personal computers to find any information on the former convicted felon, but were unable to find anything other than what had been stated in the files. After ten minutes of scrambling Abacot decided to take pity on the Assistant D.A.s and come up and share some of the information that he had.

The older detective had been the lead detective on the now infamous case. And he had always felt like it was a little unfinished, even though it had been closed. He felt a little bad about the child when she was convicted and given an adult sentence. And he checked in on her at the prison from time to time, not in person just by phoning one of the guards, he knew that girl would absolutely refuse to speak to him anyway. When he found out that she had been paroled so early into her sentence he was shocked, but not surprised. From what he had been told she would be the perfect case for parole.

When Abacot got up the small podium Chief Baucane moved aside to let the much shorter and jollier looking detective work. It only took Abacot a few minutes to pull up the information from the closed case and to project the file photos onto the wall.

"This was the attempted robbery, committed on the fifteenth of Triamense, 2986, at around three in the morning. We had an informant who delivered information about the crime a week before it was committed. He went into protective care that day and went missing that day as well. He is presumed dead, though no body has ever been found. Three members of the D.A.'s department were charged for supplying information to the criminal gang the Brotherhood of the Blade, which lead to the disappearance of the informant."

"This is Eleanor L'Orange, who was found at the scene of the crime with the Mallar Emerald. She was ten years old at the time of the crime. She is orphaned, and the only daughter of Maria and Stefan L'Orange, who were both thought to be members of the Brotherhood. She was in the sole guardianship of her older brother, Duke L'Orange who is now thought to be the head of that gang. She pleaded guilty on the seventeenth of the same month and was sentenced to twenty-five years to life for grand larceny and sent to the high security juvenile facility Allenview until she aged out. It was planned for her to serve the rest of her sentence at Miltaka High Security Female Prison," Abacot explained as he went through the photos on the wall.

It was when the only mugshot from the case was projected onto the wall that Cal looked up, confused. It was a photo a young girl holding up a name plate and serial number. She looked scared and incredibly young. But that was not what was confusing Cal. It was the pair of green eyes that were staring out of the photo, under the full, wavy mane of brown feathers with silver streaks.

"Do we know what's happened to her?" one of the other detectives in the room asked.

"No, her file was quietly sealed this year after many application by her parole officer, Laurel Flocks, as she was a minor when she was convicted and paroled. But she was paroled in Octomense in 2993, and released that month. I believe Judge Xue and Warden Contour presided over the parole hearing," Abacot replied, subtly looking towards his confused department head.

Each of those names were written down by every person in the room. The scrape of stylises on touchpads was almost deafening and Charlie was sure at least one person had cracked their screens. Chief Baucane then ordered one of the younger detectives to be sent out to start inquiries with those ducks.

"Do you think that she could be connected to the crime?" asked one of the prosecutors from the D.A.'s office.

"I don't think so. From the visitor's record, it seemed that she denied visits from anyone connected with the Brotherhood, including her brother and their lawyer. She only had one visitor, an older duck who was thought to be her housekeeper. She was represented at her parole hearing by a public defender who was referred to the case by one of the guards," replied Abacot.

"Okay, I want this girl found and brought in for questioning. I don't care if she doesn't know anything, find her," Chief Baucane said sternly. He then handed out the rest of the tasks, with all department heads having to report directly to Cal who would report to him. He also cautioned everyone not to say a single word to the press, until they had something more to go on then a flimsy lead from a ten-year-old closed case.

Once the briefing was over Cal headed straight back to his office, without talking to any of the ducks present in the room. He was being haunted by the sight of those green eyes and full, wavy brown mane with silver streaks. As soon as he got to the privacy of his office he locked his door and brought up all the information from the previous case on his office computer. He read and reread the case three times before he took a break and began to look at all the photos on his wall.

Cal's entire life was represented on his wall. It had been a fun day when he had unpacked and organised his office. His closest friend had come and helped him, and they had spent all day laughing at the photos. Before he was promoted three months ago he had shared an office with three other senior detectives and could only put a few photos on his desk. Now, he had an entire wall dedicated to the important moments and people in his life.

There was a photo of his graduation from college, becoming the first member of his family to graduate from higher education. That was a very proud day for him, and his parents. He had promised himself that day that when he eventually had kids, he would make sure they got a full education. No matter how hard he had to work to get them there.

There were a few photos from his graduation from the police academy. One taken with his parents and one with his best friend and partner, Soarin Flashblade. They had met at the academy and had become inseparable. They had worked their way up through the ranks together and had closed several cases together to become two of the most highly decorated detectives in the force.

There were a few more photos of the two of them on the wall, including Soarin's official department photo, along with a framed obituary. That was something that would haunt Cal for the rest of his life. The sight of his best friend being shot, then dying in his arms. Having to tell his widow, Magda, and two young sons was horrific. It had been almost ten years since that day, and he still missed him.

There were a few photos of his late wife, Holly. She had died six years ago, from a very malicious and aggressive cancer. By the time she was diagnosed there wasn't much that could be done, except make her more comfortable. It wasn't long enough and it was devastating. Luckily, he had Magda to lean on and a son to live for. That helped him to put the pieces back together.

There were several photos of Magda and his three sons, for he really did have three sons now. There was his one biological son, Canard, and Soarin's two sons, Wildwing and Nosedive, who had become his two unofficially adopted sons. The three of them were wonderful and they gave his life purpose. He had photos of camping trips, hockey matches, school performances and Canard's and Wildwing's high school graduation.

Both of those boys were sons to be proud of. They were both chip's off the old blocks and took after their fathers. Canard was tall and tan, like Cal, while Wildwing was white, like Magda but had all the facial features of Soarin. They were also inseparable. And smart. Both had gone to university on scholarships and were doing extremely well. They had both just finished their third year and had arrived home for the summer a few days ago.

While Nosedive, the youngest who took after Magda more, was doing a lot better in his sophomore year at high school than he had been doing in middle school. He was not much like his brother or Canard, he was definitely a lot more impulsive and could often get himself into trouble. But he was a good kid with a heart of gold.

Cal enjoyed looking at those pictures and remembering the good times, as well as the bad. Everyone on that wall was important to him. But his eyes kept on going back to a pair of green eyes that looked out from under a mane of wavy brown feathers with silver streaks. And it wasn't the girl in the mugshot that was staring out from his computer screen.

He saw her on the wall, a beautiful young duck who had started to appear in photos over the last two and half years. Her name was Ella Piedléger. She was a twenty-year-old barista and part time student who had been dating Wildwing for the last two and half years. She was in so many photos with a bright, beaming smile on her beak and on the arm of Wildwing. That was probably why he hadn't recognised her at first. The smile. She had never smiled when she was a child.

He looked between the last photo taken of Ella and Wildwing and the photo that had now been pulled up on his computer. Those beautiful green eyes, that were staring out at him were something that he should have never forgotten. When she was ten she was haunting, but at twenty she was so wonderfully bright and full of life that it was easy not to connect the two.

"How did I not see this?" Cal asked himself out loud as he reached for his phone and called the hospital.

"Good morning, surgical care unit," came a chipper female voice on the other end of the line.

"Hi, this is Cal Thunderbeak calling for Magda Flashblade, is she available?" Cal asked the chipper disembodied voice on the other end of the line.

"Oh, hi Cal, yeah she is, give me a minute," the voice replied before the hold music came on.

"Hello?" came the tired voice of Cal's best friend after a few minutes of tinkly piano music. It caused an involuntary smile on the drake's beak. He always felt better when he talked to Magda, but the magnitude of what he had to talk about took the smile away just as quickly as it had come on.

"Well, hello there, Miss Magda," Cal said cheerfully, trying to hide how troubled he felt and sound as normal as he could.

"Cal, what do I owe the pleasure of such an unexpected call?" Magda said, suddenly a lot cheerier than before.

"I was just thinking about that thing you and Wildwing asked me to do, and I think I need some more information," Cal said carefully. He didn't want to give anything away, just in case he wrong.

About a month ago Wildwing had approached Cal about a big favour. Since Cal was the young drake's father figure, Wildwing had always come to Cal for advice about his relationship. He had explained to Cal that he felt like Ella was keeping something from him, and he was sure it had something to do with an older brother of hers, who was her only living relative as far as he knew, that she was estranged from. In their two and half year relationship he had never met the drake and he didn't even know his name.

He knew Ella still cared for her brother and wanted to speak to him, but she didn't want to be the one to make the first step. So, Wildwing had been trying to find the drake. But, with very little information to go on he had hit a dead end very quickly. That was why he had asked Cal to help him. So far the older drake had declined to get involved in the family drama, and had advised Wildwing not to get involved either and to let the siblings sort it out themselves. That was when Magda got involved.

It seemed that the relationship was a little more serious than Cal had appreciated. Magda had given Wildwing her grandmother's engagement band. When Cal heard that he was a little shocked, as the two young ducks had only been together for just over two years and were both still so young. But Magda assured him that her son was not going to propose any time soon, but he wanted to contact the estranged brother so that he could eventually ask his permission. He hoped to help Ella and her brother repair their relationship so that Ella could have her only relative at her wedding in a few years.

"Oh, what kind of information?" Magda asked, obviously happy at the turn of events.

"Just anything that you can think of. Can you come by when you get off your shift?" Cal asked. He was in a little bit of a rush to get more information about Ella before she was found and picked up by the police. Or worse, dragged into this new case or arrested. He knew that that would kill both Magda and Wildwing.

"Um, sure I can do that. But, I think you can ask Ella herself, she should be coming by for a visit later today. I might be picking her up, if Wildwing can't get out of my brohter's garage in time. You could come with me if you're not too busy and ask her yourself," Magda replied. He could hear her shuffling through some papers, obviously checking her day planner.

"Really? Wildwing didn't say anything. Um, I thought that you both wanted it to be a surprise, she might figure it out if I ask her questions about someone she hasn't seen in, what, ten years?" Cal said, fishing for more information.

"That's true. I can't believe she hasn't spoken to her brother in ten years. I should be getting off in about an hour, so I can be at the precinct by ten? Is that okay?" Magda explained offhandedly. She had no idea how much turmoil that the conversation was causing her friend.

"That'll be great, see you later, Mags," Cal said as he hung up the phone. The stressed-out drake couldn't help but sigh. Already things were beginning to add up to something he didn't want to deal with.

Ten years, that was how long Ella hadn't spoken to her brother for. That was also the same length of time since Eleanor L'Orange had been arrested, and Abacot had said that the girl had refused visits from her brother. And she would be around twenty years old now, same as Ella. Plus, there was the fact that Ella had the same green eyes and mane as the girl in the mugshot.

"Hey, Barbara, could you ask Abacot if he could come in here for a moment?" Cal asked the department secretary once she had picked up the phone. The duck on the other end of the line accepted the request and a moment later there was a firm knocking on his office door.

"Hey, Cal, you wanted to see me?" Abacot asked as he opened the door. The older drake had taken off his tie and jacket from the briefing, and was holding a folder in one hand. Cal assumed that it was connected to either the closed case, or the new case.

"Yeah, Charlie, take a seat," Cal said a little despondently. He watched as Abacot took the seat across from him at his desk.

The two drakes sat there in silence for a few minutes. Cal didn't know how he was going to broach the subject of Eleanor L'Orange without implicating Ella. After all, Abacot had met Ella during the party for his promotion a few months back. And, looking back, Abacot always did seem rather interested in the photos that contained Ella when they shared an office.

"That's a great picture," Abacot suddenly said, pointing to one of the pictures on the wall. While Cal was in emotional hell the other drake had been glancing around his office.

Cal followed Abacot's gaze and it landed on a photo of Wildwing and Ella. It was a great picture of the two of them and had been taken at the wedding of one of Magda's nieces about ten months ago. The two young ducks were dancing together in the middle of the dance floor and were looking lovingly into each other's eyes. Magda had given him the photo a few days ago when she explained why Wildwing had wanted to find Ella's brother. She had told him that that was the moment when she realised that the two of them were going to be for forever and that one day they all would be dancing at their wedding.

Magda had looked so happy when she told him that. It was a look that he loved to see on her face. She always looked so beautiful when she smiled. It caused some very confusing emotions for Cal.

"So, what do you have to tell me about Eleanor L'Orange?" Cal inquired, trying to ignore the swirling emotions causing his gut to churn.

"Um, well, the girl was paroled almost three years ago, and released in Octomense. Her prison record is exemplary. She helped protect guards during two prison riots, and helped stop a ring of sexual abuse. Her case was handed over to the Public Defender's Office, since she refused representation from her brother, Duke L'Orange's, lawyer. She's registered with the Bardon Police Department and has been seeing a Parole Office by the name of Laurel Flocks for the entire time she's been out. This record is exemplary as well. She's held a full-time job, has a place of residence and has been attending a local community college part time. She also volunteered at a hospital here in Central last Spring Festival and had applied to be a counsellor at a local camp in Bardon. I believe that Ms. Flocks had also enrolled her in a mentorship programme for young offenders, to keep them on the straight and narrow, she should be starting that programme after the summer. She's also helped their police department a few times, when they needed a safe cracked," Abacot read from the file that he was holding, glancing at his supervisor every occasionally.

"That's a lot of information to collect in less than twenty minutes," Cal stated flatly, sitting back and crossing his arms. He was entirely frustrated as everything that Abacot had said pointed directly to Ella.

"Well, I've kept tabs on the girl for a while, in case she ever decided to turn in evidence against her brother. She never did though, at least not yet," Abacot said with a shrug. Now that was a memory that pained the entire department. The fact that Duke L'Orange had been in the department several times while his sister was being held and no one knew. No even realised it was him till three years later when he was brought in for questioning.

"Do you have a more recent picture?" Cal asked, keeping his face straight. He could tell that Abacot knew something and that he knew that he knew something as well. It was a battle of wills and poker faces which neither were willing to lose.

The two drakes stared each other down for a few more moments which could have stretched into hours, but it was more likely to be only five minutes. Both were unwilling to play their hand first. They wanted the other to show their hand before they gave away what they knew.

"Do you really need me to give you a picture, Cal?" Abacot asked with a sigh.

"No, I guess not," Cal answered, running his hand through his mane. That answer confirmed what he feared.

The older drake stood up with a sigh. He put the folder that he had been holding on the desk in front of Cal before he turned to leave. He had walked all the way up to the closed door when he turned around and looked at the tan drake, sitting with head in his hands.

"She's really tried to be better. I don't think she meant to keep it all from you, or Wildwing, she was just ashamed of what she once was. I'm sure she was going to tell him eventually. I wouldn't be too hard on her if I was you. And I really don't think that she had anything to do with the theft," Abacot said, genuinely believing the words that were coming out of his beak.

"Thanks. But, I'm not sure that'll be enough," Cal said sadly as he turned his head to look at the photo of Wildwing and Ella again.

Abacot just nodded his head then left his supervisor to his emotional turmoil.

Cal didn't want to look through the folder, but he didn't have a choice. He had to know, one way or the other. And he knew that there was going to be a photo of Eleanor L'Orange in the folder. He opened the folder and began sorting through the files until he was interrupted by the ringing of his phone.

"Detective Thunderbeak?" came the unexpected voice of Barbara through the phone line, pulling Cal from his intense reading.

"Yeah?" Cal replied, closing the folder.

"You have a visitor, should I send her up?" Barbara asked. Cal checked his watch and saw that it was almost ten o'clock.

"Sure, send her up," Cal replied. He assumed that it was Magda who had just gotten to the police station a lot quicker than she had initially thought.

He then began to sort through all the information that he would need and the information that he would need to hide. He didn't want to be dishonest with Magda, but he didn't want to give anything away either. He was still hoping that he was wrong.

When the door opened, Cal expected to see the familiar silhouette of his friend and neighbour. He did not expect to look up and see the green eyes that he had been staring at for most of the morning.

"Hi, Cal," Ella said nervously, slightly fidgeting with a lock of her wavy brown mane with silver streaks.

"Ella, what are you doing here?" Cal asked, completely shocked to see her standing in the doorway of his office.

"I need to talk."


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I would also like to add my only disclaimer. I own nothing of this franchise, this is a pure work of fiction that is not for profit.

TFG