Chapter 142: Epilogue

"To recap; Just under and hour ago the entire entourage finally arrived here at the United nations." Andarka solemnly addresses her audience.

"Consisting of the Japanese Prime Minister and several notable cabinet officials as well."

With a well-lighted hallway serving as 'backdrop' Andarka Moi looks attractive and markedly different from the last time we saw her.

Favoring a more tightly conservative cut and style. The majority of her hair is wound in a tight braid, coiled and restrained behind her head. Andarka is dressed in a dark tailored suit of cobalt that is both smart and professional which complements her blue eyes and blond hair. The latter two elements, providing a startling contrast against her otherwise pure Asian features.

As she indicates the way to a familiar amphitheater behind and to her left.

"Supposedly, after a rather notoriously unscheduled stop for an apparent bit of 'sight seeing' at Liberty Island." Andarka continued letting the excitement she herself felt radiate freely.

Now gesturing toward a set of wooden doors in roughly the opposite direction.

"All this however providing no more than an elaborate frame for the indisputable core of these events.

The arrival of the entire Misaki household!"

The image we are seeing seems to change subtly while Andarka is speaking.

Becoming mildly 'grainier' if that is even the appropriate term. Until it is obvious that the image we are seeing is as one would, watching a television news cast.

Complete with a logo with the letters FLS and channel 23 Japan, in both English and formalized Kanji being displayed in the lower right corner of the screen.

"One can't help but be astonished at the recent tide of event leading to these historic moments." Andarka resumed animately.

"Almost a 'Tsunami' if I might use the word cattily."

She paused letting the inside jibe be recorded for posterity with a minimum of grimace.

If all went well, no doubt everyone would one day 'get the joke'.

"Yet what many of you no doubt have heard is true!" She pressed on excitedly.

"No veiled conspiracy, not a phantom of the Internet or print trade publications!

One of the great questions of mankind has indeed been resoundingly answered!

WE ARE NOT ALONE!"

"Just mere moments from now, the Security Council and the president of the United Nations will be calling the general assembly to order." Andarka continued.

"For what we have been told will be a milestone in the history of our planet!"

She then dramatically paused, focusing her full attention towards camera and her audience.

"An announcement we will be of course cutting to live!

Right now however we think you our viewers should witness some of the fantastic events taking place just outside of this very building!

For that we now cut live to channel twenty-three cub reporter Yoshi Kimibara."

The image skips subtly, taking the view of Andarka lit by controlled interior lighting abruptly away.

Replacing it a with a much brighter scene, obviously outside, with another attractive young woman with deep red hair.

Currently looking towards but at the same time not at the camera.

"You sure these straps aren't too narrow?" Yoshi asked concerned, as the image stabilized.

A slight pause followed while she adjusted her breasts as whomever she is speaking to makes a reply too low to be heard.

"Well, I don't want to look like a whore with all this make up on!" Yoshi complained.

"YOU'RE ON DORKWEED!" A voice recognizable as Yuba's off camera suddenly shouted.

The smallest of 'Yeeks!' slipping out as Yoshi's eyes fully regarded the camera, like a deer caught in a pair of headlights.

"A-As you can plainly see behind me..." She recovered hastily, blushing profusely behind a nervous grin.

"The scene all about the United Nations is one of quiet pandemonium!

Able bodies behind me as far as the eye can see!

Gazing in turn at a veritable army descending literally from the heavens!

In craft that are at once fanciful, majestic but utterly effective engines of war!

Yet, this is no invasion we are witnessing! No hostile incursion from the stars!

On this day the hand of galactic peace and brotherhood incredibly has been extended!"

Yoshi Lai Kimaibara, now twenty four and still single 'damn it all to hell!"

Appeared to focus, seeming to have 'gotten' past the most embarrassing moment she could recently remember.

Well, there was that time back at the rest stop in front of Misaki shrine...

But all of the pictures circulating as a result had been blurry ... One naked broad running along side a road fortunately tends to look like another.

"These men, these women, so amazingly like us in most every fashion." Yoshi continued. Putting the past and thinking of any 'pics' of her behind, firmly behind her.

"Even now are surrounding this historic building here in the United States.

Representatives of a far more ancient and powerful empire than this world has ever known!

It is the exclusive privilege of FLS channel twenty-three Japan, to inform that these warriors dressed in their traditional regalia wielding weapons far more lethal than their stylized wooden appearance, are known as the 'Tanzuru'.

A word, which translate roughly as 'noble' or 'sworn defender'

They have come this day, fulfilling an oath sworn by blood, to protect the crown prince and princess of a planet known as Jurai!"

Pausing for effect, possibly just giving her audience 'and herself' a chance to breathe, Yoshi turned three quarters, gesturing backwards and up.

"If you will look to the sky behind me...

To the viewer's right you will be treated, as what we've been told is one of their mightiest warships soars majestically into view!

The odd resonance you may in fact be hearing ladies and gentlemen, as well as the auroral light you may be witnessing we are told is called 'the ten wings of the light-hawk!'

Being projected by what is in fact nothing less than a Living starship, in honor of these momentous events!"

"Oh god..." Wataru groaned rubbing his face. Peeking tiredly through his fingers at the monitor before him. "I mean, she just HAD to screw up 'live'!"

'What are you talking about?" Ben offer smiled, clapping him lightly on the back leaning and grinning at the monitor.

"Yosh looks great!" He beamed proudly.

"Besides little goofs like that only boost ratings!"

"An the only thing anyone's going to remember, is a cute girl in spaghetti straps anyway." Michele Jewels chided from where she stood a few feet away.

Eyeing the monitor's image critically herself, the older woman did wonder belatedly if maybe she'd used too much blush?

"Well, under the circumstances." Tony added a few feet to the side.

"She was the best of your available choices!"

"I'll say little miss 'Yuba' took you're promoting Yoshi to reporter over her pretty well." Still behind his camera Todd Runnion chose that moment to remark.

"Said she didn't want it!" Wataru grimaced mildly.

"Told me she had better things to do with her 'blankity-blank' time than to stand in front of some 'bleepity-bleep' camera fancied up like some 'f'n' prom queen!"

There was a general mutter of consensus and a few knowing nods. That was certainly a 'Yuba-esk' remark.

"Well, not everybody can look good as you on camera honey!" Todd smiled, adjusting his own 'rig' while turning back towards where Andarka stood looking radiantly back at him.

Blushing only slightly as he continued to 'beam' adoringly.

"I love you." She mouthed, fidgeting pleasantly.

"Yeah," Wataru added cautiously. "While were on that subject."

The director spared a single glance towards the monitor again, checking the time index, well as eyeing Ben, making certain his engineer was 'on top of things'.

"How are you holding up?" he then continued to Andarka, his concern obvious.

"Mr. Higomi I'm fine!" Andarka flushed delightedly.

"I wish you wouldn't make such a fuss!"

"He's just concerned honey." Todd rode to Wataru's rescue.

"That's right." The director added contritely.

"Truth be told I wouldn't have 'used you' but on such short notice..."

"Well, I'm glad you decided to 'gamble' on little ol' me!" Andarka smiled.

"It was never 'a gamble' Andarka." Wataru shook his head at her mildly reproachful.

"I knew you had 'the stuff' first time I saw you lugging coffee around the station!

I'm just concerned about flying you all over the place then sticking you in front of all these lights!"

"I mean," He added guiltily.

"That's gotta be too much for a lady in your condition!"

"Condition?" Michele coughed. "Boss she doesn't have a disease!"

"And I'm not even showing yet." Andarka smirked, that is before glancing carefully at Todd.

"Right?" She asked uncertainly.

"Other than that beautiful glow?" He nodded smiling while training his camera.

"Not in the least!"

"Switching to filler footage in five, four, three, two ... one!" Ben talked softly into his head set.

"Annnd ... You're off Yoshi."

"Oh thank god!" Yoshi's image on the screen gasped. "How was that?"

"Aces kid!" Ben assured her.

"Look sharp people!" He then glanced, Todd and Andarka's direction.

"The 'filler' runs five minutes, then we've scheduled a two minute 'com' break.

Do the math. Don't miss your mark."

"On it." Todd nodded. Studying his eyepiece.

"Gotta tell ya." Tony grumbled mildly.

"All this running around ain't easy on someone in my condition ether!"

"Oh, quit grousing you old bear!" Michele grinned.

"I'm just glad a certain mutual 'friend' tipped us off!"

"Well, that's Miho for you!" Tony smiled.

"Practically a mega-star and she still remembered the broken down crew who got her started."

"Don't forget Hero, or of even Tenchi for that matter!" Todd added from the side.

"If they hadn't applied some pressure, we would have never cleared all the red tape in time to be here!"

He was personally unhappy that they hadn't actually gotten to hang out with the Misaki's as of yet.

Hey, it was always a good idea to use your connections!

But mostly Todd just wanted to 'pow-wow with the big lug not to mention getting to share his and Andarka's recent 'other' good news.

As if on cue just then the double door opened several feet away, prompting everyone in the immediate area to begin a sort of hushed scramble.

"Speak of the devil!" Ben snorted mildly, keying his mic. At the same time thinking that old adage about 'the best laid plans'.