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"Are we high enough?" Benton asked.

"We're above any of the buildings... I'd say so... hey,
Jody, hover right here."

Jody nodded, and stabbed random buttons until the craft
stopped ascending. It wavered and wobbled, but stuck.

"Alright. Here we go," I said, pulling the weather
controller out of the box. It was a pretty clumsy machine,
little bits of machinery dangling off it, complete with exposed
wiring. But the controls were simple... Rain, Sun. Two buttons.

"Everything I've done is about to get topped," I grinned.
"When word gets back to Terra who stopped the eternal rains of
C'atel, we can proudly say--"

"Just hit the button already," Jody helpfully yelled. "I
don't like the stability of this thing!"

I dropped the speech, and pressed the SUN button.

Pause.

"Nothing's happening," Benton commented.

"Wait for it," I suggested...

...the clouds above us parted...

...and moved away...

...and the skies lit up with the brilliant C'atel sun, no
longer blocked by storm clouds. The center of light spread out,
shoving the clouds away in a perfect sphere surrounding the
weather modifier.

"I'll be damned," Benton said, gaping in surprise. "I
didn't think we'd be able to do it. But we did."

"It's actually not raining..." Jody exclaimed. "But... it
ALWAYS rains on C'atel. It's famous for that."

"Not anymore," I grinned. "Now C'atel will wake up to
healthy, fresh sunlight and crisp, dry air. They'll wonder who
did it, and we can just sit back and laugh, laugh. Yes siree...
Mitch is back in the game. Back to normal!"

I laughed, laughed away. My plan was a smashing success.