The Magnificent Raiders Of Dimension War One

Walking after midnight Deneb 4, 4217 David was staring. “You’re a masterpiece, Sissy-a real work of art. Beauty and the beast all rolled into one…our very own femme fatale? “You have two things to remember lest you go AWOL on us. One- you’re body is real. You’re a genetically engineered superwoman. Your lifespan, without enhancement is five centuries. So you have something to live for. I’ve pressed the Overlord council to waive entirely the charges for treason that had been pressed against you from your previous incarnation. Secondly, well, there’s this.” He tossed a small purple cube over on the bed. “I suggest you don’t look at it until you’ve given yourself a few days to acclimate yourself to the real universe again. It’s rather disturbing. “We’ve commandeered you a small ship, nicely appointed I might add. Aspects of your former self will start to begin to come back into your awareness over time. Yes…you’re sensing it now. Yes dear, you were a woman.” Suddenly they were not alone. Lourdes was standing in the middle of the room. “Well David, can’t tear yourself away from her now that we’ve restored her can you? Tsk, tsk, love never dies, after all this time. She betrayed you once, and now here she lays in full glory. Only you would have given her another chance. Off with her then! The transfer is complete; she’s in the flesh now, going on and kiss her goodbye.” Cicero looked over and saw a flash of annoyance in David’s eye, but the sardonic and cold heart that never melted remained on the lips. Lisa looked at the cube. Then she got up and walked over to a wall length mirror by a sink. She was tall, strawberry blonde (her hair could change color at will she realized suddenly, one of her powers), She was elegant and athletic. Back in the saddle it seemed, and ready for blood. Outside the window the towers of Deneb 4 gleamed in the sunshine.