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strange dark hair.
    Was it part angel? Had it emerged from the underworld because it was a demon?
    As he watched, the azure figure separated into two beings, the one tall, with lovely cheekbones and divine golden-reddish curls remained the sacred color, but the smaller one, which appeared to be all shades of lights and darks was pathetically homely and probably injured, since the attractive one needed to assist it to lie down properly.
    He silently watched, while the azure one laid the injured one down, then knelt beside it, holding an odd black box, which it slowly moved over the sick one's head. After punching the box a few times, the golden-haired being moved it from the sick one's head, to its torso and lower. As Cameron's gaze followed the movements, he tried to understand what was being done.
    If the angel was trying to help the other one, the strange one probably wasn't a demon.
    Was it?
    And it was female, wasn't it?
    Would an angel help a being from the underworld? He blinked at the memory that they both had come from there.
    Confused by his conflicting thoughts and emotions, he studied the strange pair. As his gaze traveled over the injured one, he noticed that something long and dark was lying next to her. He squinted, trying to see the details, then swallowed hard, when he realized that it looked remarkably like the sketches of the staff of power, which Draco Shakura, his sect's founder, had used to harness the dragon-mother's power and convince Shaka-uma to lead them to this island sanctuary.
    The sketch of the staff of power was in the ancient journal, right next to the entry explaining that it had been lost during a violent storm at sea, even though the sacred volcano was in sight.
    It was momentous that the deity had chosen to materialize, but why did it have the staff of power?
    How bad were things going to get?
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    As a geologist, Tem-aki Atano thought she had encountered every type of anomaly associated with geology, but discovering that someone or some unknown group had carved the walls inside a lava-tube and was using the recesses as a tomb was something she had never imagined finding. She frowned as she studied the way the bones were laid, with all heads to the North and feet to the South. Was that fact significant or had the corpses been laid that direction because the tube itself had flown molten rock that direction?
    Were compass readings important, here?
    Was a culture that buried bodies like this advanced enough to consider compass bearings or have a way to determine the direction, when they could not see the stars?
    She shook her head and decided such random thoughts could wait. The crucial thing, for now, was to see if she could repair GEA-4 enough so that the android could walk; because, without the water to moderate the load, there was no way she could continue carrying her.
    Tem-aki trained her tricorder on the android and confirmed that, despite the strange fall and submersion, there was no additional damage.
    That was the good news.
    Unfortunately, the bad news was still the same. Tem-aki was great at a lot of things, but electronic repair was not one of them. When she fixed the shorted out wires for GEA-4's speech circuit, she had accomplished more than she imagined possible. She chewed her lower lip. “Okay, where is the system to control your limbs?”
    “The part connected to my visual, auditory and gyroscopic sensors, is in my neck. Circuitry to move arms is at the base of my skull and the main circuitry to move my legs is where you humans have a belly button.”
    Rats, the android's face and belly had suffered the majority of the damage. But the back of its head didn't look too bad; at least she could tell one wire from another, instead of it looking like a half-melted slag-heap. “Um, if I can repair the damaged wiring in your neck, do you think your arms might work well enough for you to help?”
    “Possibly.”
    “Okay, then we have a plan.” Tem-aki began cleaning the exposed