Tucker was walking absentmindedly along the barren streets of
Jidoor, watching as the people rebuilt their homes, the ones that would
last this time, hopefully.  Trailing a few feet behind him was the small
figure of Nekko and behind her was her cat, yet to be named.
	"So, Nekko, have you thought of a name for your cat?" he asked.
	"I haven't really thought about it." she replied.  "I was
considering... Alphador... or maybe... Felicia... but I don't know yet."
Tucker stooped over, bending to pluck the small cat from the ground.  It
just mewled quietly at him.
	"I think... it looks like a Felicia." he said, jokingly.
	The three continued upon their journey to nowhere.  "You know,"
Tucker said to no one in particular, "a great adventurer once said, 'A
man is no adventurer without allies.'  I think it's high time that I went
out in search of my oldest ally and greatest friend, Garland.  What do
you think, Nekko?"
	"Um... okay..." she said, slightly confused.
	"He's a good guy."
	"Okay!"  She immediately perked up.
	Tucker checked his left bracer and read some of the technical
stuff off his pad.  "Hm... from what I can read, Garland is somewhere
over the waters, to the north-east.  I don't have many options... I could
find Setzer and hitch a ride, but he may not have finished his new
airship yet.  I could fix my teleporter, which is shot, but that means I
need to find some spare parts.  I could learn to fly..." he said glancing
over at Nekko, "but that's rather unrealistic."
	He looked up at the sky, marvelling at the power that the birds
possesed that he needed rather badly at the moment.  Then, he tripped and
fell face first into the mud.
	"Man!  Today isn't my lucky day!" he cried, as Nekko helped him
up.  He took a look at what he tripped over and was shocked.  "It's some
kind of technological device!  Spare parts!  This _is_ my lucky day!"
Quickly running a parts scan on the object, he made an inventory of all
the useable parts.  "Cool!  A dual-chamber flux light inhibitor!" he said
as he plucked a part from the ground.  He pulled his broken cloaking
device from his sachel and installed the relatively new part with the
broken old part.  "Now I have an operational cloak!"  He looked over the
parts list again.  "Damn, it really isn't my day!  There's nothing here
to fix my teleporter unit!"  He sighed.
	Meanwhile, as he was busy, Nekko was meddling around with the
pile of robotic parts and accidentally stumbled upon the true nature of
the object.  "I am DoomGaze.  How may I be of service?"
	Tucker spun around, drawing his sword in one fluid motion.  The
creature spread it's wings and rose several feet off the ground.  "A
flying machine!" he said, making thanks to the gods.  "Man, the fates
must have a ball playing with my lines.
	"Hmm... now I wonder how I fly this thing."

* * *

	"Wheee!" Nekko cried as she hung on to the back of the flying
beast, riding the winds.  Tucker had spent many hours learning to steer
the thing, many hours failing, and a few minutes realizing that he could
uplink directly with it's guidence control with his visor and VR gear.

Log 30
	I now go out in search of Garland, riding some arcane magical
robotic beast, Nekko and her cat behind me.  It's amazing seeing the
world out of the eyes of a flying creature, living like the wind, air
playing with your entire destiny.  I have always dreamed to fly and now I
know what it's like.

	Tucker's gauntlet began to beep, snapping Tucker out of his VR
mode, almost causing the creature to crash.  "Hey, we're right above
Doma.. isn't that Empire territory?"  Tucker landed the beast,
disconnected himself from the machine and braced himself for the worst.

* * *

	Tucker peeked from around a tree and looked for a way in.  The
place was pretty heavily guarded.. he had to figure out a hole in their
defenses.
	"Aw, heck, this works in the movies." he said.  He turned to
Nekko and looked at her.  "Nekko, now whatever happens, don't panic,
okay?  We're going into the bad-guy place, okay?  I want you to act like
nothing is wrong and everything will be okay."  Nekko nodded.
	Tucker brushed out his cloak and walked onto the main road to
Doma.  He marched, Nekko a few steps behind him, right through the front
gate of Doma, acting as if he owned the place.  He proceeded through the
front gates without any difficulty.
	"Wow..." he said to himself.  "It works."
	"HALT!" he heard from several paces behind him as he entered the
main chamber.
	"I was so close." he said to himself once again.  He ignored the
guard and kept walking, hoping that Nekko was following suit.
	"I said HALT!" a guard said, running up to him.  Tucker stoped,
pretended to act confused and turned to look at the guard.
	"Are you talking to me?" he asked.
	"Yes sir, I'm afraid I'll need authorization for you to enter.
no trespassers allowed because of all the Returner activity going on."
	"Do I look like a Returner to you?  I'll have you know, I am
_the_ Tucker Pendragon, fifth to the house Ordos, holder of the sacred
chalice of Betazed!  How dare you ask royalty to 'HALT!'"  Tucker said,
stepping right into the guard's face.  The guard was inexperienced and
backed away in fear.  "Next time you ask someone to halt, make sure they
are a Returner BEFORE you go around yelling 'HALT!'"
	"Alright, sir... I...I'm sorry." he said.  "I'll let you be on
your way, sir.  I'm really dreadfully sorry."
	"Well, you'd better be... what is your name and your I.D. pin
number?  I'm reporting you to your commander!"
	"Sir?"
	"Well?  I'm waiting!"
	"Ah... Jones, sir... number 6632!"
	"Well then, on your way... and pray you have a job tomorrow!"
Tucker said, marching off.  He grinned as he walked away.