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“The demands of power and love often complement each other and quite often the presence of Love influences the uses of Power. Love provides clarity. Power provides means. When I gave my daughter, Irulan, to the Atreides it was to seal the bond between the royal family and rebel Fremen. I used her. I know this. But I know I loved her, even as I gave her away. I don’t know if the same could ever be said of Paul Atreides.”
Emperor Shaddam IV
Speeches in Exile
She stood on a catwalk in a ragged tower build by madmen with the sun rising behind her. She held her sister firmly and whispered in desperate tones to her. She knew her time was short.
“Be brave, Dawn, live, for me.” With that Buffy turned, ran the length of the catwalk, and launched herself into the burning abyss. She knew that by doing this everyone she loved would be safe. Mystical energies wrapped around her. She was dead before she hit the ground.
“Fascinating.”, Leto II thought to himself as he reviewed the memories of ancient Sunnydale events. Since the discovery of these genetic memories he rationed the evoking of them to only a few hours a day. Yet, other memories forced themselves on him.
Other memories of death and sacrifice.
“Close your eyes baby.” Buffy said.
Angel, his soul fully restored, closed his eyes at her simple command.
Buffy rammed the sword through him as the vortex from Athucla swallowed him whole into a dimension of unending suffering.
Leto opened his eyes and exhaled. Even after 10,000 years, the depth of what it cost Buffy to perform a necessary action was almost too much for him to bear. Leto could not grieve for her choices at this time. Other events were demanding his presence.
Moneo Atreides, his majordomo, stood before him wearing a single black uniform and gesturing towards the monitors.
“The rebels have pierced the perimeter. They appear to have made off with a few volumes of your journals.” Moneo said with an understated urgency.
“The Journals are not important.” Leto replied.
“They may find something in the journals that may allow them to hurt you, My Lord.” Moneo said with a twinge of desperation. “If we can stop the rebels…”
“NO!” Leto said sternly. “They are nearing the forest. Soon the wolves will have them. Death is a personal experience. I will not interfere.”
“But, My Lord…” Moneo cried
“MONEO!” Leto roared.
Moneo froze not daring to move a muscle. He knew the signs. Evidence of the berserker rage were evident along the length of Leto’s body. Moneo slightest movement could result in his death. After an hour, Leto calmed down. His worm-like body stopped it’s twitching.
“I know Siona is with them. She is your daughter and She is Atreides. She must be tested.” Leto said in his kindest voice.
“Yes, my Lord.”, Moneo said humbly.
“Now to other issues. Has the item been located?” Leto asked.
“Yes, my lord. Moneo reported. We found it in a bubble of no time in the basement of ancient antiquities next to the jawbone of an ass.
Moneo scurried to open the ancient dust covered gray metal box. The words “Property of United States Army” had long ago disappeared.
“I don’t see why this artifact is so important. It is a simple chemically powered weapon. It would be totally ineffective against a lasgun or even the simplest shield generator. What value could this useless thing have?”
“Ah, Moneo my friend. The artifact provides a touchstone for my memories. There are some things that Humans have handed down, in secret, from generation to generation. Occasionally, we must measure the distance we have traveled by measuring against a fixed reference. This “useless thing” was once used to slay a monster.” “This “useless thing” provides proof that She once existed.” Leto said.
Moneo looked over the cylinder shaped device with a new found awe. “Tell me my lord, “what is a rocket launcher?’