Galactica Point: Moonrise

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Which is arbitrarily timed for a convenient point after sunset.

Parker waited for Ronan to get her totally convenient note, and conveniently concealed her weapons of husband disposal, and concentrated on being Sad. Wistful. Woebegone.

Can't have him suspecting *too* soon, after all.

Woe!

[for one, but of course, anyone can wander by, boat by, be on the beach, or witness the next bit from a convenient telescope on the lighthouse. DUN-DUNNN!]

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Having received the totally convenient note, Ronan Irishly made his way down to Galactica Point. "Ah, my fair wee bonny lass!" he said. "How fare ye this fine bonny evening?"

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"I'm wonderful, darling. As always." Parker batted her lashes at him, and held out her arms. "Come to me, my dearest. I have something wonderful to tell you!"

No, she's not pregnant. How many drugs are you on?

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"And I, you," Ronan said, approaching, arms wide.

"You see," he began, grinning, as his hands came down. A blade flashed out of a wrist-sheath and he attempted to strike at her chest. "I listened to radio. You dirty voodoo whore."

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Parker gasped in shock, then snarled. "NO! You Gaelic goofus!" She yelled in Gibberish Cajun, the pushed a button on her wristwatch, and personal armor provided by Tony Stark Industries (THAT was his name! Yay!) covered her arms and neck. "I'm sorry, but it has to be like this. Darling."

Zombie drums echoed across the water, along with a low cry:

Brains.... Braaaaaaaaains.....

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"Yes, darling. It does."

Ronan yelled in Gibberish the Speech, and armor formed around his body as a Giant Fucking Sword appeared in his hand. "As a Wizard of the Order of Truth and Justice, I cannot let this go on! Stand down, foul priestess, or face my sword and sorcery!"

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"Bitch, please," Parker sneered. "Truth and Justice? You? Ahaahahhahahha!" She held her arms up to the sky, and a really atmospheric strike of lightening lit up the night behind her. "Feel my wrath, Sword Boy! Not all the good-sexing in the universe is going to save you now!"

Braaaaains.... braiiins....

And anyone around can hear the zombies shuffle up the beach, shuffle, shuffle, thud of an arm dropping off here and there.

Parker aimed a mail-encrusted punch at Ronan's jaw, because Han Solo Parkers always hit first!

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Ronans, meanwhile, are smart enough to expect that, so he Irishly dodged out of the way while simultaneously swinging his Giant Fucking Sword in an attempt to lop off her hand, mail and all.

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Parker cursed and dodged, then hissed, "I have to kill you, sweetie. But I can bring you back! You don't understand! I have to lift the curse! Or I'll never be free of my family!"

She did a diving roll at his knees [and briefly, she looked like Michelle Yeo, with the same moves] and pushed him down, struggling to grab the Big Fucking Sword. "WHY Do you even have this? It's not like you need to compensate!"

BRAAAAAAINS.....

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"It's the traditional sword of my order!" Ronan Irishly proclaimed. "I must wield it always in my defense of the world! Or I will lose my powers over time and space!" With a heave, he threw Parker off of him. "I can't let you try to use your evil voodoo magic to take over the- wait, a curse? You're under a curse? Why didn't you just say so? I'm the best curse breaker in the entire Order of Truth and Justice!"

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Parker let her lower lip quiver, and the music went all dewy-eyed in reaction.

Rain started to fall. The zombies... started to melt.

"But I tried to kill you." She gulped. "TWICE."

The strings throbbed their agony. "You don't want to still help me, do you?"

Parker drew herself up, as the rain started to soak her clinging dress.

"I'm... sorry."

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"And that's why I'll still help you," Ronan said, before continuing, his accent reasserting itself. "That, and... you're my wee bonny lass. And I love you."

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"... oh, Ronan." Parker sighed. "I love you too, you big Irish lug."

She held out her arms again to him, and smiled, doing her best siren impression. "Kiss me!"

She could always try to kill him again later. When he didn't have a Big Fucking Sword.*

"My only one!"

* (Aside from the euphemistic one.)

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Ronan kissed her solidly, and then pulled away, leering. "Let's... break that curse, shall we?"

When they returned from commercial, they were laying underneath a convenient blanket, looking up at the stars. "What a gorgeous night it is," Ronan said Irishly.

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"Mmmmmmmmm," Parker moaned in agreement, blanket slipping down far enough to reveal that she wasn't wearing a body stocking, or anything else, and that a good breeze or a sudden burst of gravity could leave her making the censors blush. "That was wonderful. God. Post-fight sex really does it for me. We have to try to kill each other more often."

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"We should," Ronan agreed.

And then his aneurysm burst, and after a brief seizure, he stiffened up (not like that) and died.

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"Ronan? Ronan!"

Parker gasped in shock, and for three seconds she was both horrified and elated, happy to have succeeded in killing him and despairing that she'd have to find another sex toy soon, and then--

the aneurysm in her brain burst, and she fell over dead, dead, dead.

... the waves shushed their way to the shore, wiping out all traces of the zombie army, and the clouds floated across the moon, and the wind blew their hair artistically around their dead faces as the music whimpered its grief into the night.