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Narrative Works of 'Dawn the Last Slayer'-  # 11D3 (Trilogy-3)
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"The Pantheon - War!"  - Part 1 of 4"
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 Previous Narrative Work: "Another Birthday, 3 Sept 2010" " # 11D2 (Trilogy-2)
 Next Narrative Work: "L.A Circle - The Angels of Death"# 11E1"
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  Primary Focus:  Maria Deluca & Tess Harding (both Lost Roswell dimension)
                              Clare Hall, Glory/Glorificus, Angie and Kat Hall
                              Tess (Roswell Rose), Emilie, Callie, Mary-Kate & Ashley
                              Dawn, Liz's parents
                              Many others in the Pantheon
                              Tourists and autograph seekers outside Crashdown
                              TV news reporter in helicopter over Roswell
                              Gloriana & Inanna Hall

  Locations:  Tess & Maria aboard the crescent ship (Cee-Dee-One) CD1 ("Clare Declared-1")
                         Street in front of Crashdown, Lost  Roswell
                         Crashdown Cafe
                         CD1 in combat above Roswell & above the plane of the solar system
                         Tess inside Gallu saucer
                         Tess inside human Black Triangle ship
                         Extraction over over Alaskan mountains
                         Combat over lunar surface, in Aristarchus crater & farside crater targets
                         Combat over Mars surface targets and Mars' moons
                         Combat at various targeted installations acoss Lost Roswell dimension
                         Crashdown Phase 1 Victory Party
                         Aboard the "Clare Declared", the "Glory Always" & the "Glory Triumphant"
                         Glory's Palace
                         High Tea party on Palace Roof
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 Initial Time:  MaybeSummer 2002, L.A. dimension (formerly called "Buffy-is-TV" dimension)
                         Maybe Fall 2010, Sunnydale dimension (formerly called "Buffy-is-Real" dimension)
                         Maybe Fall 2010, Lost Roswell dimension
                         Maybe Winter 2011, Glory's faster time rate world

 DTLS Foreword:  It's War!. Finally. After almost 8 years of preparation, time & dimensional manipulation by Clare,
                             design & creation of the first little crescent ships and the successful progressing of the Galactic
                             conquest  by Glorificus' fleets.

                            The trial run was the 'Turkey Shoot' about and on Antar in "Bye-Bye Roswell, Really".
                            During Ava's bloody tour of New Mexico in "Quest for Alex", she wished for a single little crescent
                             ship to wreak havoc on the secret pro-alien groups trying vainly to kill her and Clare's 4 girls.

                            Now Clare & Dawn provide several pairs of the new crescent ships to start the War in the  Lost
                             Roswell dimension. As a prelude to expanding it to the L.A. & Sunnydale similar dimensions.

                             And to see if  the groups are communicating across the dimensional barriers. Glory stands by with
                             her personal ship at the  50 LY limit Clare has set for Glory to not use her brutal magic and planetary
                             bombardment approach to liberating the remnants of the Anunnaki and allied clans loose empire of
                             planets. "I was born on earth, unlike you," Clare has reminded her over the years. "Cratering it
                             into submission like the others is not an option."

                            In the course of the Work, we learn more about the crescent ships capabilities, weapons, origins
                            and the secret human Black Triangle ships. Tess does the wet work by teleporting into several ships to
                            brain-drain info. Maria and a number of the supergirls, including new ones, decimate the opposition
                            with the never-before-seen little crescent ships, which are essentially unbeatable in combat.

                            The huge mother starships (Clare's "Clare Declared" & "Dawn's Glory Triumphant" and Glory's
                            "Glory Always") use portals as weapons to dig out the deep underground bases and introduce type
                             'dot-dot-dot' (i.e., 3 in Anunnaki &  Sumerian) powerful mega-farad electrically initiated fusion weapons
                            (origin of the so-called 'Red Mercury' micro-nukes rumors of the 1990's here).

                            There's a party afterward.
                            Actually two parties.
                            One in the Crashdown, featuring the singing 8-year old god-girls.
                            Another on the roof of Glory's Palace.
                            Where the L.A. Circle supergirls first conspire against Clare and the Pantheon.
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Parts:

Part 1 - "Maria, Tess and the Cee-Dee-One"
Part 2 - "Saucers & Black Triangles"
Part 3 - "Crashdown Ditty"
Part 4 - "High Tea"

 [Source:   "War!"  Parts 1-4"  are transcribed from  copies of  pp. 3148-3212
                  of DTLS Notebook-R &  pp. 3213-3289 & 3263-3286 of DTLS Notebook-S]
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Part 1: "Maria, Tess and the Cee-Dee-One"

"How's that for a landing?" Maria announced.

She throttled down the crescent ship and shut off the revealed force drives as the silvery
craft feathered to a stop in its descent. Her fingers playing on the depression controls
as if on a piano.

Expertly and rapidly.
Maria was one of the premiere pilots in the Pantheon.
And only an immortal, not even a supergirl as yet.

The multi-colored symbols on the display panels that substituted for windows were in a mixture of
Anunnaki cuneiform and English. The display showed the street in front of the Crashdown
in realer-than-real 3-D.

An ashen-faced Tess, still searching for her stomach after the elevator-like simulation
of a crashlanding technique that Maria preferred, swallowed.

"Uh, great..." tiny blonde Tess spoke weakly, hanging onto her co-pilot's conformable seat sides,
strugglling to get her senses back to normal.

She contemplated barfing on the sidewalk in front of the Crashdown as she opened the hatch.

'How in the hell,' she thought, leaning against one of the hatch sides as she exited down the
curved ramp to her right, 'could a fricking god get motion sickness in a craft with total
simulated gravity control?'

With her feet finally on a solid surface, Tess immediately felt better.

Maria, exiting behind her, was laughing. "You have to not follow the ground in the display
with your eyes," she explained, sincerity in her voice. "Even with simulated gravity in the ship,
your eyes'll tell your ear canals that you're doing rollercoaster flips and landing upside down,
until I do the flipover..."

Tess mumbled a few bad words in a near-forgotten language or two.

Then said, " And you can't do a more normal helicopter-like landing instead of a crack-the-whip
circus near crash?"

"Hey," Maria stood with her hands on her hips after closing the drop-down hatch cover
that doubled as a ramp. She'd just glanced beneath the craft to be sure the three landing
bumps had extended.  She looked like a WWI pilot, in her now de rigeur khaki pants & shirt and
darker leather jacket with matching knee-high soft boots, crescent ship flight outfit.

She left her highly-instrumented Snoopy flight cap, with 3-D display goggles up above her
forehead like fat dark sunglasses.

Maria's long reddish hair fell out of the cap, spilling out from under the flaps to curl about
her voluptuous braless breasts,  barely contained by her khaki shirt's straining buttons.
Its pockets filled more with boob and visible nipple than other content.

On her waist was an old model, non-conformal Annunaki portal belt, silver in color. The only
version she was allowed to use until she was more expert at it. At least it gave her the ability
to do short and medium range portaling without having to ask a god.

A definate benefit of being a pilot.

The silvery crescent ship almost filled the width of the street in front of the Crashdown Cafe.
Quite obviously attracting a lot of attention in Maria and Tess' native Lost Roswell.

Including a couple of state troopers, trying to act casually as they approached the vessel, so
unlike the saucers seen in the display above the Crashdown.

And so damned real.
With its two conversing  and so obviously attractive female occupants.

"Showtime, Tess, " Maria, hands still on her hips, said. She turned to the two wide-eyed
youngish male  troopers, still trying to fit what they were seeing into their concepts of reality.

          [Ed- this 'Showtime' comment predates the Buffy 7-11 episode title announcement by many months.]

"Boo!", Maria yelled. Laughing.

One of the troopers almost fainted.
The other drew his double-action only Glock auto pistol.

Tess had recovered and did her expected godly escort job by instantly and surgically vaporizing
the pistol, without harming the trooper. Leaving him holding a handfull of aluminum and steel
alloy powder.  And two smoking  hot wood grips he dropped.

Both backpedaled rapidly.
Boots scrabbling on the street.

"Go away!" Maria said forcefully. "We have business in the Crashdown."

A number of  tourists approached the two girls as they neared the doors. "Please sign our
menus.,, Can we take pictures with you? ,,,Who are you?,,, Is this a movie set?,,, Are you
really aliens?"... and similar comments were shot at Maria and Tess by families and
others.

Maria and Tess reluctantly signed autographs, several hands and posed for photos with the
Crashdown or the Cee-Dee-One (Clare Declared-1) crescent ship in the background.

Tess was miffed that  they seemed to be focusing on Maria and her striking outfit more
than on herself in her midriff-baring jeans and barely-there revealing pale yellow top.
She vowed to apply for crescent pilot training to get the right to wear the outfit.

Even if she had to fly with little baby Zan latched onto one of her breasts.

Somehow nearly a hundred people had managed to gather in the street between the
Crashdown and the Cee-Dee-One.

Wading through the tourists, Maria yelled, "The ship is surrounded by  a powerful ward.
It could fry you like bacon if you try to touch it," she warned.

The crowd backed up quickly.
And the two girls took the opportunity to turn and  enter the Crashdown.

Tess grumbled as she stepped through the doors. "It will not fry them like bacon. It's a
simple barrrier..."

"They don't know that," the ever practical Maria said to the sometimes literal Tess, looking
around at the place she'd left so hurriedly last Spring.

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