Anyway, new page --
- Book XIX: The Clone Wars
- Book XX: The Darwin Gun
- Book XXI: Other Side of the Tracks
- Book XXII: Pits of Terror
- Book XXIII: RAF Comix
- Book XXIV: The First Master
- Book XXV: RAF -- The Musical
- Book XXVI: Outage Outrage
- Book XXVII: Infinity and Eternity
- Book XXVIII: The Virus Rings
- Book XXIX: Soul-Suckers
- Book XXX: Mayhem of the Music Miser
- Book XXXI: The Metal-Maker
- Book XXXII: Richard is Missing
- Book XXXIII: Emotional Food
- Book XXXIV: Transformation Confrontation
- Book XXXV: Richard's Horn
- Book XXXVI: Feral Scream
- Book XXXVII: Predators and Prey
- Book XXXVIII: A Protean Problem
- Book XXXIX: The Horsemen
- Book XL: Sizeable Pain in the Necks
- Book XLI: RAF's Nightmare
- Book XLII: Unlucky Charms
- Book XLIII: The Piper
- Book XLIV: The Wishing Star
- Book XLV: A War of Armor
- Book XLVI: The Worst Plague
- Book XLVII: Little Alien Napoleons
- Book XLVIII: Go Away!
- Book XLIX: RAFian Tales
- Book L: Maul
- Book LI: Erised Orbs
- Book LII: RAFians Alive! -- an out-of-normal-continuity book
- Book LIII: The Pain Reliever*
- Book LIV: Beyond the Veils*
- Book LV: Dangerous Deals*
- Book LVI: Of One Mind*
- Book LVII: The End of Time* -- another out-of-normal-continuity book
- Book LVIII: Hematomimic*
- Book LIX: Sins of Youth*
- Book LX: The Replacements*
- Book LXI: Arachnoids*
- Book LXII: Personal Tissues*
- Book LXIII: Memory Today, Gone Tomorrow*
- Book LXIV: Appliance Armageddon*
- Book LXV: Prodigy and Composite*
- Book LXVI: The Merging*
- Book LXVII: Be A Doll*
- Book LXVIII: RAF Captors* -- yet another out-of-normal-continuity book . . . unless I change my mind.
- Book LXIX: Dinosaur Island*
- Book LXX: Corrupted*
- Book LXXI: Artificial Skins*
- Book LXXII: Separation Anxiety*
- Book LXXIII: A Thing About RAFians*
- Book LXXIV: A Planted Idea*
- Book LXXV: Vacation Photos*
- Book LXXVI: A Personal Gremlin*
- Book LXXVII: The Rust is Silence*
- Book LXXVIII: The Toyman Cometh*
- Book LXXIX: RAFian Idol* -- yes, just another excuse to put in more of the (as of writing) nearly 800 parodies.
- Book LXXX: Savage Heart*
- Book LXXXI: Slave Islands and Juggernauts*
- Book LXXXII: Shredding a King*
- Book LXXXIII: RAF -- The TV Show*
- Book LXXXIV: The Drinker*
- Book LXXXV: The Last Laugh*
- Book LXXXVI: It's A Mad, Mad, Mad Villain*
- Book LXXXVII: Sight Unseen*
- Book LXXXVIII: Don't Let It Snow*
- Book LXXXIX: The Rachel Toxin*
- Book XC: Virus Alert!*
- Book XCI: A Youthful Thief*
Again, the (*) denotes a book I have yet to do the chapter-by-chapter notes for.
I wonder how this escape will be different...
We will use you as a sacrifice in our escape 
jk XD
Yeah, especially because Underseen isn't even there, Sakki.
I just go ahead a reveal right now that you guys will have a plan for the Spectral Mist and it will involve a Unity Pulse. I'll probaby post the chapter shortly . . .
CHAPTER NINE:
Carbolucite
The RAFians storm the bridge again, this time better prepared -- having procured all their weapons. Hunter had his gun, Aquilai had his sonic screwdriver, and Myitt even found a Dracon beam laying around. Collector looked at them, without any surprise or intimidation. He remained in his chair, with steepled hands. His haughty demeanor wasn't dented at all and it never faltered.
"Oh, such clever little Dwellers," he said, with a drawling condescension. "You managed to escape again. But clearly you didn't realize that the same thing would happen again." He sighed. "But what can you expect from the puny mind of a Dweller?"
The Spectral Mist started to eke up from the floors and descend from the ceiling, while Collecter sat in his chair in his little energy bubble.
"Guys, now!" Phoenix called.
Their Marks glowed brightly, then an orb appeared over the Mark, then they all blasted the Mist with a Unity Pulse. Collector was expecting this to do nothing, but instead the green mist turn ashy-black and flaked down to the floor as nothingness. The RAFians smiled in spite of themselves, and glared at their captor. Collector was nonplussed at first, but that was short-lived.
"Oh, so the little Dwellers learned a trick." Collector said.
<Oh, stop it with the condescension, Collector!> Noelle said. <We've got you surrounded. You can only escape by Walking to another realm. But you won't will you? You won't leave your precious collection behind, will you?>
"Oh, you think you've me all figured out, do you?" Collector said, with a mildly amused tone. Then he sighed heavily. "You disappoint me. But, despite how entertaining this little romp is, my matron had decreed that we can't have you continually escaping. It just won't do."
Then he snapped his fingers and a strange device appeared. It looked like a ray gun that had been fashioned from a bubble gun. Gaz looked at it bemusedly, perplexed as she thought she recognized one of the components.
"That looks like . . . a . . . a transwarp cell?" Gaz said.
"'A transwarp c' -- oh, by the Gate, you are all stupid," Collector said, facepalming a bit. "This is a transwarp omega-beam. Any
child* knows that. I won't bore you or overpower your puny minds with the details. But if you want to see what it can do, allow me to show you!"
He fired it at each of them in turn, with the appearance that they just
disappeared without a trace of ever being their in the first place. Then Collector snaped his fingers and the transwarp omega beam powered down and withdrew into the ceiling.
"Well, I'd better get down there. Get the carbolucite processing done."
"Yes, you had better. You should have done it the minute you got them." said a voice from the shadows.
"My matron," Collector said, suddenly in oiled tones. "I'm sorry, I didn't see you there. Forgive me."
"You could run for the Council, being as slick as you are."
"But he was a criminal, so how could he run --?" a rather dimmer voice said.
"Quiet, love." said the matron, who stepped into the light and revealing herself as Malice.
***
Back at the destination point -- as the transwarp omega-beam does not disintergrate but transports, teleports, its victims. This time the RAFians found themselves, not in lofty enclosures or period dungeons, but in an indvidual-sized tube, finding it horribly cramped and this room had activated the techno-suppressive units. Parker's suit was offline, Sakki remained unconscious, Aquilai's sonic screwdriver was nothing more than a hunk of metal and Noelle couldn't morph. Hunter found out that his gun had been emptied of ammo and Myitt discovered her Dracon beam with nothing more than a toy. They were truly and honestly trapped. They couldn't communicate vocally, and even through the telepathic network that Yarin managed to reestablish, the words were faint. There wasn't a way out of this.
A long while after they had came here, Collector came into room, walking in that twitchy, bird-like way. He seemed to take a certain enjoyment out of seeing them there. "Well, well, well," he said, "haven't found a way to escape yet? Well, that's a shame. It really is. Because, now I shall freeze you in carbolucite. Allow me to demonstrate so your feeble minds can understand."
He demonstrated the process on some strange bird looking creature, who was evidently newly-deceased. The aftermath was that it basically looked like a bronze statue of itself.
"I think we'll start with the saurian mish-mash first," Collector said, smiling.
"Heaven help us," Mithril gasped, as a machine put them on a conveyer belt, still in their tubes, marching them ever closer to their freezing into bronze statues.
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* Which isn't true. Realm Walker children can be rather unfocused, much like Dweller human children . . .
