<strong>Amanuel</strong><br/><br/>The world was lubricated with clowns and would run more smoothly henceforth. It was good. The fires had not descended. There were three great corpses to be brought to life. There were three lesser corpses, riddled with bullets and stained with blood. Three and three, and it was right and just. The seventh one irked Amanuel and he considered asking the Lady to have her men bury it, but one look in her direction told him that it would be difficult to explain the logic of such an action at this particular moment.<br/><br/>There was a great deal of mass which lacked momentum. If he had thirty meters of heavy chain he could assemble them into a single rigid body, if he had hooks, which he did not. It must be done in one voyage, he determined. It would be difficult to draw the support here a second time for the scraps. He worked an arrangement in his mind. It should be stable, for a time, with forces carefully balanced against each other in a dynamic configuration that could break down noisily, even explosively, given only a modicum of external pressure or bad luck. The arrangement reminded him of something larger, though he could not immediately grasp what that was.<br/><br/>Amanuel began issuing orders -- to Rez's men, to the stranger in the greater light, to various inanimate objects. Bend this bumper as such, open the rear doors on that vehicle, use the seat belts from the One Which Would Not Come Home to bind those two together. He did not command, he simply stated that which must be done in order for success to be achieved. His hands, filled with tools, moved independently to loosen, to tighten, to cut and to bind.<br/><br/>"E Pluribus Unum," he pronounced as the single mega-vehicle took shape.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">ooc</div><div class="spoiler_body">Mostly color here, I think, but let me know if you'd like me to roll something.<br/></div></div><br/>