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They had been arguing for a good hour straight. The dishes in the tent had already been thrown. Fortunately they hadn't been broken. They had bounced off Alec's chaos field and a few of them had turned into odds and ends. Braxious sat watching on the other end of the very spacious tent, his eyes wide. Sari was sitting next the Caretaker sucking on her fist. She didn't seem to notice anything going on, still silent and rocking a little.

The arguement was about what to do. In general and with Sari.

Verra still wanted to try the elf's bane. Alec was against it.

They had been going on and on about this. Round and round and round.

Alec wanted to fight some how. He thought he could do something. Verra was against it. She didn't trust his abilities, afraid that they would fail at the wrong time.

She wanted to go.

Alec didn't want her to go, he wouldn't risk her.

She didn't want him to go for the same reason.

Both of them couldn't go, who would watch the children?

Another pot went flying, it bounced off of Alec's field and slammed into the floor before walking off, a small scurring hedgehog. It joined the blue porcelin fish and a small squadron of rainbow devil duckies. Trey squaked loudly at the hedgehog.

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"Well... now I know how Slartibartfast felt." Alec commented.

"This is a space ship?" Braxious asked dubiously. It was the first thing he had said since he last spoke to the Caretaker.

"Yup." Caretaker squatted down so he was eye level with the child. "In fact, this is where the Captain lived. The Empire built their warships out of planetoids and large moons, so they had plenty of space." He looked up at the parents. "The Empire intended their ships to be deployed for as much as fifty years at a time, and they had all this space, so they took steps to be sure that the crew was as comfortable as could be. Despite appearances, this room is a bona-fide living ecosystem, restored by the Cat's own maintence drones after the virus attacked using seed and cell stores. About the only in here that's fake is the sun up there. There's about a hundred and fifty acres in here, plenty of room to run and play. There's fish in the lake, and birds hanging around. A shed around the back of the house has fishing gear and a small boat."

He stood up and looked around. "A word of warning. In the west wall of the courtyard of the house is a bright red door. That leads to the rest of the ship and is locked. This whole place is mage-shielded, so don't worry about frying electronics, and Sari should just reappear where she was if she tries to teleport. Same for Alec."

He looked around. "The kitchen is fully stocked and there's a grill on the patio and a firepit in the courtyard. If Verra wants to fly, she shouldn't get beyond a mile or so into the air, and the Captain's office is in the back on the first floor. I locked the door since the Empire was a tad paranoid about security and there's nothing useful in there anyways. Oh, and it rains in here, so mind the clouds. The weather computers mimic the weather on the Throneworld and it's winter there right now. Any questions?"

"So we're trapped here?" Alec asked.

Caretaker looked ashamed. "I guess that's one way to look at it. I was thinking more about preventing accidental teleports."

Verra and Alec looked at each other and there was a rapid fire discussion between the two of them. They had lapsed into their native tongue, it didn't sound like they were arguing, more like deciding if this was a good thing or not.

"Well, it would be nice if we didn't have to worry about Sari for a little while. She's very good at circumventing those sort of things, when she's upset. And I guess if it came down to it, I could circumvent it too, using my chaos abilities, which aren't magic." Alec said.

"No worries," Caretaker said, "I know this has to be rough on all of you. If Sari does get out, call me. There's parts of the ship that do have vaccum and many more that simply aren't all that hospitable. Especially for a baby. I'm trying to find a more permanat sanctuary that can both be shielded, and won't feel like a prision."

"How are we supposed to call you?" Verra asked.

Caretaker handed her a device. "Press the button, but be ready to leave here immeditly if you do. You shouldn't have too much trouble though. If all goes well, I'll be back in a couple of weeks, hopefully with a sanctuary and better laid plans." He turned to go and then turned back. "Oh, one more thing. The computer terminal in the main living area has a text only link to the Sages Nexus, Patchwork Earth and a couple of other places. Use it sparingly, but if you do contact friends, obviously, don't tell them your location, but you may want to alert them to the Caretaker threat, but be careful if you do."

He turned away again and was gone.

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Out in the Multiverse, Caretaker once again plunged home, but in a controlled trajectory, he had one more stop to make . . . in the Dragonball universe.

When he was done there, he left, this time making no attempt to conceal his exit from his brethern. Instead, he crossed his arms and spoke.

"Log on Caretaker, Dale, Matthew, Agent class. ID Three thee one Ro Alpha Niner."

Before him manifested a small image of what appeared to be an octopus with one eye.

"ID name verfied," it said. "The Agent will report."

Will report? That was new. "I've located three targets," Dale said out loud. "One target has been terminated, two remain at large and have gone to ground."

The head was silent, the eye blinking at him. "The Agent will speak to Superior Officer." Then it vanished. A moment later, his boss was there, or an image of him, anyway.

"What's this about Targets being left alive? Dale, what have you been doing for the past week?"

Trying to save the multiverse from all of you, Dale thought to himself. "These are clever and tricky Sues," he said out loud. "They've done their research. I'll get them, but I'd like to take a recharge cycle first."

Dale was one of the few Caretakers wiling to spend any length of time in the Dragonball Universe, even to the point of immersing himself in it. He enjoyed the madness.

"It should only have taken you a day at most. Tear them out of there."

"But the protocols--"

"What protocols? The Lady has never set protocols. It interferes with Her work."

Dale thought fast. "I recieved a memo that we were to avoid judicious use of power to keep disruptions down."

"A prank, no doubt."

"It came from Elder Klepp's office, or so it said."

"I'll attend to it. Take your recharge and then I want those Sues in containment and on my desk. In Eris' name."

"Pax Discordia," Dale replied, hoping that was the correct response.

The Warden nodded and vanished, and the one-eyed octopus returned. Evidentally so.

"Log off," Dale snapped and the interface Daemon vanished.

Somehow, Dale doubted that the real Eris was behind this, but three things were now clear; Why he'd been spared, why they wanted Troven dead, and why they wanted Sues.

Dale rushed home. He had plans to make . . . after some sleep.