Ms. Johnson soon left, and Dialect and Breastplate Bearer came to see.
Breastplate-Bearer asked, So who won the final round of Jeopardy.
Message shrugged her shoulders and said, I don’t know, but it wasn’t me.
Dialect interrupted, Dragon-Man, your Abyss-Sword will no longer respond to your command.
It is decreed in the Decipherment charter that no holder can have Helmetchief blood on his hand.
Dragon-Man groaned, and Message jumped up and cried out, I give him a Rulership reprieve.
She looked at Dragon-Man and weakly smiled, Dragon-Man’s body was filled with relief.
Dialect continued, It is best to keep the Abyss-Sword in the Damocles stone.
Therefore someone can still pilot it, and you Dragon-Man will have atoned.
Breastplate-Bearer spoke up and said, I can be the pilot, I have the experience.
I was a fighter pilot during the war, and had the highest clearance.
One day my missile system misfired, and hit a nearby town.
One of the apartment buildings was damaged, and collapsed to the ground.

They dishonorably discharged me at a court-martial, I had to leave the service.
Even though I told them what I did was in the heat of battle, not on purpose.
Someone approached me to join the Federation, it struck my curiosity.
That I could fight for a better cause,  one that would save eternity.
Dialect replied, You can be the pilot, just don’t take the Abyss-Sword out.
Whoever tries to remove the sword will go mad, and insanity will sprout.
They were all silent for a while, they did not know that Abyss Sword had so much tension.
Dragon-Man asked, Who would be able to take it out when the fight has to be won?
Dialect cocked his brow and frowned, Let’s not hope we get to that, because it would be tough.
You might be able to wield the Abyss-Sword in time, but we don’t know how much time is enough.

Dragon-Man asked, then what weapon would I use, to what system would I go.
In came in Lady of the Night with the Composti  repeating crossbow.
She grinned, You gave it to me, and this weapon always seemed better for you.
Because we need firepower as well as slashing, and a repeating weapon will do.
Messaged moved to the other side in relief, she had done her very best.
Dialect interrupted, I have Magaian tiger-hounds to protect you as you rest.
Dragon-man asked whimiscially, Do they bark, I don’t want them to keep me up at night.
They all laughed out of relief and happiness that Dragon-Man could keep it light.
Suddenly there came on the tv, The Police Commissioner Joseph Grant  has declared martial law.
Message stood up and said, Let’s move out and fight , this is what the Federation was created for.