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Mr Sawyer is apparently no worse for wear, despite being struck on the head hard enough to induce unconsciousness for a quarter-hour. One might say uncanny, but for the fact my family has some of the same traits. I was too weary to safely take the train back to my home, but found my way to my brother's house down the street without too much trouble. With most of the family either in meetings, class or on patrol, it was quiet enough for a rest.

When I woke, I sent a message to the construction brigade to see about repairing the damage to Miss Burton's house, and headed for the lab. The samples from the bloodstain Miss Burton's house confirmed scientifically what Kitla had indicated thaumaturgically - the one who was injured was indeed the attacker. The samples matched the ones from the night before, indicating it was the same attacker, but there was that odd blurring to the samples, very similar to the differences between Herr Baron and Niklaus. So this could be another issue of copies, or "clones", as Dr Mason called them. Miss marion might be most formidable, if we could find a fighting style that would help to keep her from being injured again. Mr Sawyer indicated he could make the repairs with what he had on hand in his shop. Curiouser and curiouser, I set that chain of thoughts aside for later consideration.

I then turned to the shuriken, finding fingerprints on it - how sloppy. From what I understood of the watchers in the garden, this attacker's sensei would be appalled that the student would leave such traces. I would have to cross-check this with the prints on file in the Sheriff's office from the booking, but there seemed to be more than one type. I would have to eliminate the known ones to find out if there were others.

The pellet was a surprise. I found it on the floor, and from its location, would have expected it to show a slight grazing wound. Instead, in the clear light of the lab, it showed that it was covered in blood, as if it had embedded itself in Mr Sawyer's shoulder. It had been loose, on the floor, with no evidence of how it was removed from him. I had inspected the wound, it was just a graze by the time I got to him. the blood sample was... surprising, yet not as much as it might have been a bare week ago. I completed my analysis and finished the related reports, making the relevant copies for Herr Baron and the Sheriff.

I sent a note through the pneumatic system to my assistant to check on Niklaus, reminded that he had not been back to visit Miss Burton since the attack, which was very odd. He had been given protective status in the Consulate, and released on his own recognizance months ago. This behaviour of staying away, even in cases of attacks on his creator, was not in character. Dr Mason had also been rather odd of late, working all hours in the lab, rebuffing the usual social contacts. Was the underlying issue there the reason why Amarantis had brought the journal to me, and not her father? Of her five parents, he normally would be the logical recipient of such material. More to consider, and evaluate.

As I filed the evidence and copies of the reports in the Sheriff's office, I was shocked to feel a return. Ash had convinced his captors to return him to defend Steeltopia! Knowing there would be fire as well as gunfire, I quickly returned home and changed into an old uniform. Builder bless Herr Baron for insisting the senior staff train with the Jägermeister for emergency procedures here.

I chanced a slip between planes to the office, and found him outside, trying to convince a citizen to return to his home. The plaintive answer of "What home?" was evidence of the destruction. The Emperor's people were divided in fending off the usurper's troops, and protecting the people from the damage wrought. It was not going well, even with Gematria and her cohorts fighting the fires and helping with the rescues. The usurper's soldiers had no scruples, firing on the rescue patrols as they worked!

The Emperor himself found us in the Acclaim District, and reported the fires were nearing the Guard Compound. He was intent on retrieving the guards and the usurper, and making sure the fires were contained. Ash had retrieved the experimental exoskeleton, as he was one of the few people who could use it - normal humans usually ended up with broken limbs trying to control it. It was helpful, as one of the zeppelins from the air guard had crashed in the parade grounds. Luckily, the gas mixture was a stable one, and had not ignited when the gasbags had been breached.

Emperor SteelCobra attempted to contact the loyalists in the main base, but the traitors had tried to sabotage the equipment before running. The repairs were quickly done, so we had minor warning when the naval attack came. We took cover in the detainment unit below the guardhouse, to find StormFront Aristocrat had escaped. On closer inspection, his cell retained a puddle of material the Emperor unscientifically categorized as "goo". I collected a sample, as best I could in the test-tubes from my pack, one for the Baron and one for Mr Glineaux.

We emerged from the guardhouse, and found most of the parade ground, including the communications shack, in rubble. We were preparing to fight through the streets to get to the Government House, when a silence descended. The gunfire had ceased, but it did not mean we were out of trouble just yet. Reaching the offices without incident, the Emperor found more sabotage, vandalism and outright theft. He and Ash managed to get one radio unit working, while I watched an empty and silent street. Reports form the outlying units were fantastic, there were large numbers of the enemy soldiers that were melting before competent witnesses. I suggested to the Emperor that Herr Baron's manner of dealing with the troops might help, with amnesty for the ones who surrendered quietly. He agreed, commenting, "The ones that take that offer are likely not the clones. Which reminds me, we need to check the mines."

Ach, mines - I am to the point that I detest mines. However, I did agree to accompany him, as this was not a Cavorite mine. We found a false wall that was not evident before; after all, those of us down there last night were not familiar with the layout of the mines. A few more twists and turns, and we found where the opposition had stored their prize. The shell radiated gas, which caused us to retreat to the surface. I am not sure what we encountered above, strange carriages, odd peacekeepers and loss of contact with those we knew. It was the last of these that prompted me to follow the Emperor back down, and concentrating on the bond-links, we touched the shell again.

When I came to in the theatre, Ash confirmed we were in the space/time coordinates of home. The Emperor's battalion had initiated the mop-up operations, with his orders to allow surrender. I asked Ash if he were all right, and he nodded, disengaging his sarcasm circuits. he will be about, but not openly, I think.

I returned to Harborside, checking in on Miss Burton, and the work the crew had done. Sleep overcame me, and rather than return home, I slept on the settee in the parlor at my brother's house. My continued lethargy in the morning caused me to wander next door to the Folly Garden, and simply laze in the catnip patch. An unfamiliar cat joined me, but as I skritched behind her ears, she identified herself. Kira reported her strange adventures of the past day to me. No wonder Dr Mason's actions have not been standard. He quite literally has not been himself. I took Kira to the office with me, to see who we could find for additional help.

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I have been awake for nearly thirty hours, but I felt I should put this down in writing while it is still relatively fresh.

Yesterday, I was seeing to some maintenance at my brother's house in Harborside, when shots rang out from the other end of the district! I ran down the street to Cockleburr Corner, and found Madame Kitla there as well, drawn by the noise of an apparent fight. With tensions so high concerning the upcoming trial, I was surprised to find Miss Burton's door open. The scent of gunpowder was strong, and upstairs, we found Miss marion and Mr Sawyer. Injured and broken, they lay sprawled in the parlor, near a large bloodstain on the floor. Miss Genie was nowhere to be found.

Madame Kitla began looking for clues as I checked over Mr Sawyer. The large bruise on his temple, possibly caused by the teakettle resting on the floor not far from him, indicated why he was unconscious, and suggested deeper hurts. After checking with Kitla to make sure it would not interfere with her investigation tools, I began a trance reading of Mr Sawyer. He had a concussion, and a hairline fracture, but also an injury at the hand and shoulder. The hand injury was a sprain, possibly caused by someone wrestling to disarm him - he likely did not even notice it at the time. The shoulder was worrisome, in that such a small pinprick should not be so inflamed so quickly.

Yet, while I observed, the injury was healing rapidly. I then helped the healing at that site, and was surprised to note an even faster healing rate. There was some familiarity about the way the body reacted, but I put that thought aside as I focused on the fracture.

Mr Sawyer became aware as I was pulling back from the trance and told us of the attacker - Miss marion's description of "a blue man in black" was recognizable as the attacker from last night, and Mr Sawyer confirmed the identification of at least one Chiss male wearing kurogo, perhaps more. Rapid movement and smoke bombs had made further identifications difficult. Madame Kitla reported that the one who Miss marion injured, causing the bloodstain on the floor, was still in the city, but Miss Genie had been spirited out of town.

The Baron had arrived just in time to hear that pronouncement, and rallied the rest of the staff. Mr Sawyer was somewhat stable, yet I did not think he should be out just yet. We wound Miss marion, and set her to watch over him while we joined the chase. Between Miss Caladon and Miss Kara, the assailant was handed over to the Sheriff, who had been patrolling in Boomtown when the attack occurred. The ones who planned the attack knew to watch him, but apparently not the neighbors.

The search for Miss Genie was short, but the self-styled Presidenté of the Steeltopian Republic had her in a cell that was booby-trapped. I honestly think that they planned for people to just stand aside and let the Emperor be pulled into the trap. We surprised them by reacting quickly, but I am afraid they will not underestimate us so again.

They also did not take into consideration the concentration of Timelords in the Steelhead City area. Bypassing the doors and walls altogether meant bypassing most of the traps. StormFront Aristocrat was following the usual pattern for the megalomaniac. However, when I arrived at the guardhouse, the recognition of the waves of fear Genie was radiating caused another unconscious form-shift. I... may have been a bit violent, especially after seeing how she had been treated. I do not think I did any permanent damage to him during questioning.

I was sent to escort the Timelords in their quest to find the particle that was causing the earthquakes. I could not see what they were doing in the mines, but there were many pockets of terror-memories down there. The Emperor arrived, with troops still loyal to him, to help us escape... but the battle was going poorly for him. He returned to Steelhead with us.

Back in Steelhead, we settled Miss Genie in, and tended her hurts. Emperor SteelCobra alternately raged at the usurpers and worried over Miss Genie, apologetically. As her parlor is not that large, when others came to see about her, I slipped downstairs to Mr Sawyer's room. He had allowed Miss marion to wind down, but he had come to no harm. I am unsure how much injury she incurred in the fight, and was wary of making her run all night without a proper check-up. Someone would need to stay to make sure they were both taken care of. Besides, his room was closer to the front door. After the last of the well-wishers left, I was able to bar the door and tyle the house.

Returning to Mr Sawyer, I gently touched his forehead, and sensed a long history of turmoil there. Well, that would fit with my original suspicions, but there were more regrets than malevolence - and a core of a deep need to help. Definitely not the same man as I thought, but the same man who wrote the journal.Throughout the night, he has occasionally murmured in his sleep, tossing about and radiating distress, but when I touched his shoulder, the distress dissipated, as if he realized he was dreaming.

Dawn is breaking now, and he is stirring as if to wake. We will see what happens next.

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