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Both　beings　registered　the　jump　of　SDF…3；　though　the　Regis　could　spare　no　attention　for　it　and　Haydon　saw　no　reason　to；　the　cosmos　for　which　it　was　bound　would　soon　be　destroyed；　anyway。　They　charged　upon　each　other　to　do　ultimate　bat。

Then　both　near　deities　let　out　silent　emanations　of　shock；　wonder；　fear；　and　awe。

The　Shapings　were　shifting　in　a　way　unique　in　all　their　long　history。

In　that　intersection；　Haydon　suddenly　had　access　to　a　wider　mental　vista；　a　fuller　historical　perspective；　than　he　had　ever　had。　The　Regis；　meanwhile；　was　opened　to　a　total　vision　of　all　that　had　taken　place　and　all　that　would。　Both　knew　humbling　and　unprecedented　sensations　of　acceptance；　resignation…and　peace。

It　was　as　if　all　continua　and　all　probabilities　were　rotating　on　infinite　axes　beneath　them。　Once　again　the　Regis　was　transformed　into　a　phoenix　of　racial　essence；　about　to　take　flight　for　a　final　destination。　But　Haydon　turned；　in　the　eternal　instant　when　the　rift　in　spacetime　still　yawned　wide；　and　reached　into　the　SDF…3；　searching。


At　the　moment　of　Intersection；　as　a　side　effect　miracle；　the　perceptual　blindfolds　fell　away　from　the　eyes　of　the　SDFers；　and　they　gazed　across　time。


Kazianna　Hesh　clutched　Drannin　while　the　Super　Dimensional　Fortress　plunged　into　the　eye　of　the　continua　hurricane。　If　death　rose　up　to　claim　her　at　last；　she　knew　how　to　greet　it；　she　was　Zentraedi。

But　instead；　what　she　thought　at　first　to　be　a　hallucination　manifested　itself　before　her。　She　saw　mighty　Breetai　as　she　had　first　seen　him；　unscarred　and　unbeatable；　leading　the　legions　of　the　Zentraedi　to　victory。

As　she　saw　and　heard　her　love　again；　watched　him　leave　his　mark；　huge　and　unique；　on　galactic　history；　Kazianna　came　to　realize　that　it　was　no　dream　or　specter。　Somehow　she　was　seeing　across　the　conventional　boundaries　to　points　on　the　timestream　where　he　still　existed。

She　witnessed　again　the　terrible　battle　in　which　Zor　died；　the　great　slaughter　of　Dolza's　fleet；　Breetai's　triumphs　in　the　Malcontent　Uprisings　and　the　Sentinels　War。

She　saw　herself　again；　too；　as　she　went　to　him　on　Fantoma　and　awakened　love　in　him　as　he　already　unknowingly　had　in　her。　She　saw　how　he　had　bee　truly　happy　for　the　first　time　then。

There　was　no　hard　and　fast　linearity　to　the　scenes。　She　was　seeing　many　times　and　places　where　Breetai　was　in　effect　alive　still　and　would　always　be　so…as　Lang　had　intended；　though　Kazianna　knew　nothing　of　that　at　the　moment。

She　saw　him　presiding　like　some　war　god　at　the　post…battle　revels　of　the　Zentraedi；　proud　of　his　conquests　and　yet　weighted；　always；　by　the　burden　of　his　leadership。　Nevertheless；　Kazianna　knew　a　fierce　joy　that　some　part　of　him　would　preside　forever　in　the　halls　of　victory。

And　she　saw　him　brooding；　about　to　enter　his　final　contest　against　the　Invid　Regent；　and　knowing　that　this　time　the　Shapings　had　a　different　oute　in　store　for　him。

She　felt　Drannin　stir　in　her　arms。　〃Is　that　man　my　father？〃　Is。　That　was　the　right　word。　She　understood　now　that　he　was　no　more　lost　to　her　than　if　he　were　on　some　far　shore。　She　was　still　with　him　in　many　times　and　places　and　knew　a　certainty　that　she　would　be　again。

〃Yes。　That　is　Great　Breetai。　〃

The　child　was　silent　for　a　long　moment；　then　his　voice　rang　out　across　the　barrier　between　them。　〃Hail；　Breetai！〃　At　that　moment　Breetai's　head　rose　from　his　preoccupations；　and　one　of　his　very　rare　smiles　touched　his　lips。　He　had　known；　going　to　his　death；　that　his　wife　carried　his　son。　Now　Kazianna　had　no　doubt　that　somehow　he　had　heard　the　boy's　voice　across　time。

She　held　herself　very　erect。　〃Yes；　hail；　Breetai。〃　But　she　said　it　with　a　lover's　softness。


For　Lisa；　it　was　Karl　Riber：　the　love　of　an　older　man…all　of　nineteen！…for　an　introverted　sixteen…year…old。　She　was　the　daughter　of　a　military　family；　he　a　gentle　thinker　and　dreamer。

She　saw　that　his　lonely　life　at　Sara　Base　on　Mars　was　not　as　horrible　as　serving　in　the　RDF　would　have　been。　When　he　met　death　in　the　Sara　Base　raid；　she　did　not　turn　her　eyes　from　it；　and　she　saw　a　vast　calm　in　him　then。　Karl　had　never　feared　dying；　he　understood　life　too　well。　He　had　only　shrunk　from　killing；　and　in　the　end　the　life　he'd　left　behind　was　the　kind　of　monument　to　peace　that　would　have　pleased　him。　For　Lisa；　other　faces　and　scenes　rose　up　from　the　time　stream　too：　the　mother　she'd　remembered　dimly　but　now　saw　afresh　and　more　fully；　her　father；　in　his　good　moments　and　bad；　making　her　even　more　grateful　that　she　and　he　had　bee　friends　once　more；　at　the　end。

She　had　lost　many　friends　and　now　saw　glimpses　of　those　who'd　been　closest　to　her。

Sammie；　Kim；　and　Vanessa　made　her　smile　with　their　bewildering　mixture　of　high　spirits　and　dead…calm　bat　savvy。　She　let　the　tears　e　as　she　saw　Claudia　Grant　once　more；　in　all　her　best　friend's　moods　and　moments；　and　blessed　whatever　agency　it　was　that　gave　her　this　interlude　of　insight　and　remembrance。

And　of　course　Lisa　beheld　Captain　Henry　J。　Gloval　across　the　gulf　of　years…in　his　assorted　tempers　and　aspects；　the　emphatic　humanity　he　hid　under　a　gruff　exterior。　She　had　long　ago　recognized　that　he　was　her　father　in　the　truest　sense；　she　considered　herself　fortunate　that　that　had　been　so。

Lisa　saw　the　bridge　crew　formed　up　on　the　day　when　she　had　been　promoted　to　captain；　rendering　their…salute。　She　saluted　them　back；　happy　that　that　day　was　still　alive　and　eternal　somewhere。


All　through　the　ship；　the　SDFers　cast　their　gazes　across　space　and　time。　Human　and　XT　alike；　Vowad　and　Veidt　no　less　than　the　rest；　growing　even　closer　in　their　contemplation　of　Sarna。　The　Muses　glimpsed　their　sister　Octavia　and　heard　for　the　last　time　their　original；　perfect　harmony。

Bowie's　soul　played　a　haunting　martial　blues　for　General　Rolf　Emerson。　Scott　Bernard　saw　outtakes　of　Marlene　Rush　meld　with　those　of　the　simulagent　Ariel/Marlene；　the　two　now　being　one；　he　blinked　mentally　in　surprise；　pelled　to　think　through　the　implications　of　that。

As　for　Marlene；　she　saw　the　timescenes　of　Marlene　Rush　as　well　as　those　of　Ariel；　and　that　pleted　her　long　self　healing。

Dana　was　overjoyed　to　see　the　three　Zentraedi　spies璌onda；　Bron；　and　Rico…once　more；　though　she　had　kept　them　so　alive　in　her　heart　all　along　that　she　never　doubted　for　a　moment　that　they　existed　somewhere。　She；　too；　looked　upon　Rolf　Emerson　with　fond　acknowledgment。　But　then　the　image　of　Zor　Prime　came　to　her。

She　tried　to　drive　it　out　at　first；　thought　of　the　images　of　Intersection　as　a　kind　of　torture。　She　found　that　she　had　to　watch；　though；　and　the　more　she　saw　of　Zor　Prime's　tormented　life；　the　more　she　understood。

Dana　cried　out　as　she　saw　the　things　to　which　the　Robotech　Masters　had　subjected　him；　the　ways　in　which　his　personality；　his　will；　his　very　soul　were　mauled　and　marred…the　way　in　which　he　fought　a　ceaseless　struggle　against　the　memories　of　his　past　incarnations。

At　a　certain　moment；　overing　her　own　resistance；　she　felt　herself　send　out　an　unspoken　forgiveness。　That　deliberate　act　somehow　shook　her　loose　from　the　worst　of　the　bitterness　that　had　racked　and　entrapped　her　since　the　explosion　of　the　Masters'　ship　that　day　high　over　the　Mounds。　In　the　end　it　was　a　cleansing；　not　easy　to　endure　but　one　that　saved　her。

Rick　was　glad　he　had　Roy　in　his　arms。　For　some　reason；　like　Kazianna；　he　and　his　child　muned　in　the　glimpses　across　time。　〃That's　my　father；　your　granddad；　and　our　flying　circus。〃　Roy　giggled　and　oohed　at　the　aerobatics　but　took　in　the　old　man's　crusty；　smiling　face　and　barnstorming　joie　de　vivre　silently；　with　great　attention。

Rick；　too；　knew　enormous　gratitude　that　this　experience；　whatever　it　was；　had　e　his　way。

Ben　Dixon　came　into　the　timescenes　later；　not　the　first　time　Rick　had　seen　his　image　since　the　big　VT　flier　had　tuned　out；　but　it　was　always　good　to　see　him。　Claudia　Grant　and　the　Bridge　Bunnies；　Gloval；　and　the　rest　made　him　feel　he　had　led　a　very　charmed　life　indeed。

And　a　long　time　later；　so　it　seemed；　he　told　his　son；　〃That　man　there　is　Roy　Fokker；　and　your　mother　and　I　named　you　after　him。〃

Roy　II　put　his　head　on　his　father's　shoulder　and　took　it　all　in　wordlessly；　saw　his　father　as　a　much　younger　man；　too。　At　length　he　said；　〃Was　he　really　your　big　brother；　Daddy？〃

〃No。　He　was　a　lot　more　than　a　brother。〃

〃Will　you　teach　me　to　fly？〃

〃Yes。　I　will。〃

For　Minmei；　as　for　many　others；　there　was　a　certain　relief　in　the　faces　she　did　not　see　in　the　timestream。　Her　parents　and　cousin　were　absent；　and　so　she　felt　she　could　hope　they　were　still　well　back　on　Earth。　She　feared　at　first　that　she　would　be　forced　to　review　the　terrible　things　she'd　seen；　people　and　creatures　shed　encountered；　but　this　side　effect　of　Lang's　final　act　was　not　connected　to　that　sort　of　thing。　Of　Edwards　there　was　no　sign。　Surely　the　evil　moments　endured　in　time；　too；　but　the　point　seemed　to　her　to　be　that；　abandoned　to　themselves；　they　lost　much　or　all　of　their　power。

Mad　Khyron　and　Azonia；　the　Regent；　and　all　of　that　stamp…let　them　stay　encysted；　shunned；　and　unvisited　in　their　various　pigeonholes　of　time。　She　turned　her　eyes　elsewhere。

It　hurt　to　look　at　the　painful　parts　of　Lynn…Kyle's　life；　but　she　also　saw　the　fine　parts；　the　heroic　and　idealistic　side。　S