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Ambushed...sorry my friend. Couldn't protect you from those damn Virages...now I'm stuck here...with no way out. Already been to hell and back, though I don't think i'll be able to do the same this time around. Mikey...do you hate me? Out of everyone I've met, killed, and made suffer, you're the only one who matters. Seems I can't even keep the promise I made to him...forgive me.

Date: December 3rd Location: Bastille Maison Des Dymons, Prison Block Alpha Time: 10:22 pm

Nothing but darkness filled the eyes of the special prisoner, being chained by the arms and hanging from the cieling. His dragoon spirit remained on his right hand, though having no power at all from the room's special property of draining the power of the prisoner. Suddenly the door opened in front of him, opening straight up and blinding him with the light which he hadn't seen in quite some time, "A guest?...don't you know its a school night little man?", he remarked, smirking as blood dripped down his head. His wounds were taking longer to heal, since without spiritual power backing his body up he was in a good amount of pain but not enough to care fully about given his situation and what would happen soon.

"Abyssion, you're a disgrace. A hard to kill bastard but still a disgrace. To think we looked up to you...", said a gruff voice, following by a snort. Abyssion gave a grin and laughed, finding it funny to hear this from him, "Haha! Look up to me? That's sweet. Though I'm not part of your little group anymore Coby. I have to admit...that Virage caught me off guard, and that's the only reason why I'm here.", he responded, giving a very smug smirk to his visitor, "You're still out of your league when it comes to me....", he added, tugging at his bonds and rattling the chains. Almost immediately he found his neck being grabbed and squeezed by a hand that could easily cover his head.

He coughed as his trachea was being constricted, struggling a bit before being pulled face to face to his attacker, "Cocky human all the way I see...", he growled, glaring right at him and leaning his face in, "The name's Mino Cobo dipshit. Don't forget, tomorrow is your execution...no one is going to save you. Hope is something you should have nothing left of, or plans to escape.", said Mino, slowly tightening his grip on the human's throat. A normal human's throat would've been cleaved in two by now, having to use a considerable amount more effort on him. Abyssion coughed a bit more, feeling himself getting light headed before he swung back a leg and tried to kick him off.

It was to no avail, his foot having no power and only feeling like he was kicking a brick wall. Slowly he lifted his head up and started to really choke him, seeing him actually trying again. However the second time yielded different results and successfully managed to kick him away, surprising Mino who was shocked to see the method he used to get power, "Huff...huff...your inexperience, could've let me break out...damn idiot...darkness is easily taken from a lesser evil being...grab me again, and i'll suck out more than just a cup full..", threatened Abyssion, coughing a bit but showing that even tied up, and drained of his power, he was still quite dangerous if not taken seriously.

Mino chuckled and stepped back, knowing that if he was the cause of his break out, his father would not be happy, "No wonder you're called Dante's Apostle...shit. Don't know why you chose to betray us with your kind of darkness....well whatever. No one gives a damn about you...have fun in hell...asshole...", he remarked, rubbing his chest and walking out the door. Only thing on his mind was the regret that he couldn't at least see his brother again, and at least tell him why he made him go through all that. All he had now, was faith that Michael would not go the path that he wanted to prevent by killing him, closing his eyes and going back to sleep as there was nothing better to do.

Dragoon of the Ruby-Eyed Dragon Eurasia. One of the last relatives of the legendary hero, until now. His son seems to have no sign of the Zoan gene, lucky for us. Though...the other children, I cannot be 100 percent certain of. Lack of research in this field it makes it impossible to predict which offspring will inhierit that...monstrosity. Eurasia...you're a living example of a zoan...I helped seal him before during "that" time 20 years ago, and I find a newer, stronger seal on you now. Euthanising you is not an option..which means that plan B...is what I'll strive to achieve my friend.

Date: December 3rd Location: Orez Delivery Company, upstairs crew room Time: 8:19 pm

The dragooon of fire heard the truth with his own ears from Abu, something that he noticed that Rizan and Shyranrya never brought up around him. Fyre was unsure exactly what was going through his mind, knowing as she could probe his mind to see but that would've been rude to do without his consent. Shorty after, Michael took the time to explain the events behind the battle between the two dragonesses to his son, making the dragon Eurasia somewhat worried. In the end, he realized that his father was indeed a good person, jumping in regardless of the consequences. He then proceeded to hug him tightly, his larger form crushing his father but feeling very apologetic over how he felt, and how mistaken he was over all those years. As Abu was prepared to explain the plan, Fyre asked for everyone to take a light break before going over the plan in detail, as they all were a little uneasy already.

Abu gave a nod ordered everyone to take five to get themselves at ease, then report back downstairs for the actual meeting. He also made sure to emphasize that everyone had to be ready by 10:50 pm on the dot, as they only had one shot to break into the facility before they would lose their chance at saving Abyssion. Michael was offered to rest upstairs with a sack of clothing to pick for the trip, given by his best friend. Fyre took the time to adjust them fit him as Ruru was taller and slightly thinner while he went to go shower in the upstairs employee bathroom, "All done...I think...hopefully I got his measurements right. Never took the time to really...check.", she thought to herself, trying not to think of anything naughty at a time like this.

The sound of running water stopped and Fyre set his clothes down on top of a chair. The room was basically a meeting room with a long table, several fold-able chairs, and a bed to the far wall, where Ruru would sleep at times. The weird thing was that he was the only employee as it was his company, so its main use was basically for use with clients who wanted specific packages delivered in specific ways, for a extra cash. Anything that had to be kept from the eyes of the law was included in that, which was fine with him since his job was just delivery, though the amount of extra cash was usually much more since it had to be kept hush hush.

Michael walked out after spending a little bit of time drying himself off, walking out and drying off his red hair with a green towel, "Feels good...needed that to get the stress off...", he thought in his mind, a little frustrated but also disappointed over what he was told by Abu earlier. He was completely naked, which Fyre was hoping to see as she rested on his pile of clothes and awaiting him. The dragoon gasped and covered his lower half, to which Fyre chuckled from the shyness, "F-fyre?! Why are you in here! I'm naked!", he said with a blush on his face.

"Relax sweety. It's nothing I haven't seen before...though you shouldn't worry too much. We are fated partners hun, so you shouldn't be so uncomfortable around me! I am here for you no matter what you know!", she remarked, looking all cute and sticking her tongue out. Michael was still embarrassed, but he felt that she was right. His dragoon spirit felt a strong connection to her, and it helped him feel at ease. At her size, she rather enjoyed the sight as he came closer, keeping her eyes up at his head as he walked closer, before walking off the clothing since he needed them.

Although she had some thoughts going through her mind, she did notice one thing that got her worried, "Eura, your clothes are ready but...what about those scars?...you didn't let me heal them so...", she commented, seeing that his entire upper body, back and front was riddled with scars. Many on the back of his neck, shoulders, stomach, chest, all over his upper body, and part of both legs. He didn't notice how many he really had on himself until he looked in the mirror to the far corner, a little shocked but knowing that he deserved it, "I-its fine Fyre...this is my reminder...of what I did to them.", he said as he walked back and grabbed his shirt. Fyre gave a pout, how serious scarred he was in his mind as well.

It was a black one with writing on it which he didn't check yet, grabbing some briefs and finally his jeans. For this mission, Abu recommended he wore shorts due to the fact that they would restrict his movement less than his regular attire. Normally he wouldn't go near shorts, but seeing that he was smarter and a master strategist, it was best to side with the guy who's usually right. Fyre took one look at the green shirt's writing and designs while tilted her head, finding it a little weird, "Third Rail? And skulls all over...doesn't quite fit you Eura. You into that sort of thing?", she asked, Michael looking down and seeing that it was a familiar shirt. It had skulls, and metallic lettering, remembering that he saw Ruru wear this several times in the past.

"Huh? Oh you mean the shirt! Nah it's just one of his cooler looking, though the fashion isn't something I myself would get. Either way it fits..better than I thought. Boris is a good 7 inches taller than me so I thought his spares wouldn't fit me.", he responded, Fyre smiling and flying up to to his head. She nested upon his red hair and nuzzled his forehead, "Oh that was me. I took the liberty of shrinking it down to your measurements. I wasn't sure if it was right but glad to see I was close.", she said as Michael grabbed his P.I.C. and looked into it. He gave a smile and was quite grateful, not sure what he'd do if they wouldn't fit him correctly.

"Thank you very much Fyre...now time to see what my son wants. He said he wanted to talk to me after I was ready. He didn't seem angry but...whatever he wants, it seemed important. I want to get that over with quickly since after that, Abu wants to having a meeting over the whole plan. I have to focus for this....", said Michael, opening the door and returning downstairs to see what was up.

- 2 hours and 30 minutes later, 10:49 pm.

With the time drawing near, Abu called everyone who was off doing their own thing within the area. Michael came from upstairs, after taking a break from dealing with his son and the group planning they had after that. Ruru had taken a nap after the group discussion of the plan and was asleep until about 20 minutes ago, having quickly showered, changed and gotten ready. Abu himself merely looked over the plans, and possiblities with the situation. He then called the two down ten minutes early to prepare, hoping that they got the rest they wanted even though he played referee earlier for the father and son. The dragoon of fire ran down the stairs, with Fyre on his shoulder and wondering if he "It's nearly time huh?...man that nap just flew by...", he remarked, yawning as he moved forward. Fyre remained on his head, having taken a nap but kept herself on his red haired self.

"I really can't come along....daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad?...", asked the young dragon Eurasia tagging behind, having wanting to help their cause. Michael shook his head, knowing that if anything were to happen to him, considering that they were going into enemy territory and they would have no way of returning back until the mission was over, that it would be terrible to Rizan. The dragoon did not want to cause more pain to her, especially when it came to one of their children, "Sorry but no. You lost fight and the bet so I can't let you tag along. But you can stay with Abu and cover his back on the low chance someone related to N.D. in anyway were to bust in while we're gone.", responded Michael, not too proud having went along with what his son wanted but it was for the best to ensure that he were to stay safe.

Ruru jumped down from the ceiling, and flew in from his executive room up stairs where he took his time to get ready. The mission required nice duds, having chosen long camo jeans, and a plain black T-shirt. On his back were a pair of strange weapons that Michael couldn't make out, about to ask about them before hearing the sound of a foot tapping coming from Abu. He wasn't looking too happy, as the clock was ticking and wasted time was not something he wanted. His P.I.C. was on the dresser and projecting the time of 22:52:03, seeing them finally arrive in front of him, "Nice effort. Though if this were the end of everything like it was 50 or so years ago, we would've been dead already. You two have to be faster!", he shouted, making Michael flinch and Ruru hold his hands up in defense, "Whoa dude chill. Its only ten fifty two. We got time to hear everything, then be on our way. Now stop wasting our time with that bitching and get to the plot planning you do best.", he responded, Fyre flying off Michael's head and sitting beside the P.I.C. on the dresser.

Eurasia himself sat down on the floor, feeling a little disappointed that he couldn't come along. Abu facepalmed and sighed, wanting keep things as simple as possible, "Okay then, let's keep things brief. First off, Eurasia. Hand me your P.I.C.. It's of an older variety, and I can't have you go around using it.", he requested, holding his hand out towards the dragoon of fire. Michael wondered what got over him, having had it for quite some time, though as he was about to answer, Abu pulled from his labcoat pocket, two P.I.C.s similar to what was on the table, "Okay before you say anything. I have a nice shiny new one for you and our air headed friend Ruru, dubbed the "Rage P.I.C.". Normally these cost 5 million kash, but you two are an exception. Custom made, and their OS is similar to the obsolete P.I.C. you have in your hand. Also better processor, ram, clock speeds, cloud storage, the works.....I'll quickly transfer the profiles later when you two get back. And I'll also explain every new feature in detail later.", he continued, Ruru taking out his P.I.C. and unchained it from his jeans, which kept it from being lost.

"Come on Mike, you want better ram clock speeds right? Better kickass processor and stuff. You can trust egg head here.", he remarked, Abu putting away the green Rage P.I.C. and only keeping the red one for Michael out, "H-hey! Come on, I was just kidding! Seriously!", Ruru shouted, chuckling as he walked closer. Michael pulled out his red P.I.C. and decided it was probably for the best, handing it right to Abu and recieving the red Rage P.I.C. in its place. It was much lighter and smaller than his previous one, having no buttons and was thin like a pencil. Save but a screen, no other physical features could be noted. The dragon Eurasia had saw such a device before in the past, wanting to buy one but holding off since they did not make any in his size. It made him a little jealous and made sure to make a note to ask the creator himself for a custom built one.

Abu then cleared his throat and moved to his own Rage P.I.C., pressing the screen and bringing up the Flying Fortress as a 3-D holographic model, "Okay, its 10:56:04, we have 3 minutes for a quick reminder. You two will split up and will achieve different objectives that compliment your prime objective of rescuing Abyssion. Ruru, You'll take care of disabling the shield's security functions. While that shield is up, communications to the outside world will be closed off. You have the first prime objective so I trust you won't fail....or get lost.", said Abu, Ruru scoffing at the idea of him, failing and ignoring the getting lost part. Abu pointed to the point on the top of the ship, making it green to show Ruru's target area.

He then lowered his finger and made a red dot to signify Michael, turning to look at the dragoon of fire, "Eurasia, while this goes on, you'll find Onari. I hate to ask you two, but I am relieved you agreed to do so earlier. Although Shade herself wouldn't mention it, I know for a fact she wants her back. She was captured on a routine mission and I realized that she hadn't shown her smart mouth around my lab in a few days. I can't stress how important it is to make sure she is teleported out first. Following that first teleport out, my back up security will activate, and you'll be unable to teleport out until the security is turned off. During that time, the alarm will sound and everyone will come after you. Don't let anyone get in your way as you then head towards Abyssion, who will most likely be guarded by one or two of the N. Cyphers. Which ones...I'm not sure. However they won't be anyone you met yet, so expect the unexpected. Ruru should meet up with you around the same time on the path to Abyssion's cell so use your teamwork to overwelm the opponent.", he explained, Michael nodding his head.

Earlier after Abu explained about Hamelis, he requested the two dragoons to if they could assist him. He had no intentions of asking later, and wanted to make sure they were fully aware of what he was asking. Without hesitation they accepted, which made him feel quite relieved. Although he had no reason personally to help that dragoness, he felt that it was the least he could do, and planned on using it to his advantage down the line, "Okay its 10:58:03, not much time left. Remember. Ruru, you have the most important job. If you fail, Eurasia fails. After the second security system activates, I'll remotely hack and shut it down permanently thanks to you giving me access once you disable the security. Problem is, time. I'll need a good amount of it, as I wrote the security program myself, and it's supposed to be unhackable from the outside. Putting it to the test shall be fun, but I promise I won't waste time dilly dallying like I bet Ruru will be finding the control room.", he remarked, seeing the clock turn to 10:59 just now.

Quickly he pocketed the P.I.C.s of his friends and grabbed his own, preparing the teleportation sequence as it has to be exact, "Right, hope you two have memorized the layout like I asked you to. Everything you have to know, ask, query or check up is on that Rage P.I.C.. Remember that failure is not an option.", he added in, counting down the seconds as it was nearing 10:59:53. Michael was nervous, hoping that he wouldn't mess up, while Ruru was more confident, "Just as you were Mr. Perfect in school, the fighting is something we can handle. Can't wait to try out a few new---", but he was suddenly cut off as Abu tapped his P.I.C. the moment it turned 11:00:00, sending Michael and Ruru off on their mission in a bright flash of light.

"....I really hope Ruru doesn't get lost...", said Abu, tapping his P.I.C. once more and bringing up several holographic keyboards, and status screens with information regarding the Bastille Maison Des Dymons. Eurasia hoped that his father and best friend would be alright, and his friend as well, with Fyre having similar thoughts.

- One second later: 11:00:02

Suddenly Michael found himself in darkness, unsure of where he was, but only catching a glimpse of the area from the flash due to the teleportation. It was a very wide room, like a warehouse, but he saw what seemed to be bars for that split second. His P.I.C. was in his hand and he pressed it, getting a light from the screen and saw that he was in the prison wing D. Onari was located in that wing but farther down what seemed to be a hallway from him. It seemed that each floor was bigger than he thought, this warehouse sized one only housing one criminal and the farther down he went, the worse the crimes committed by the person. There were only 5 floors though, which mean that Onari was quite a threat. The blue light from the P.I.C. caught the attention of someone looking down at him.

"W-what is that...", said a feminine voice, reaching down and attempting to grab the small beacon of light. Michael quickly turned around and jumped back, turning off his P.I.C. and igniting a fire in his palm. He saw that a massive dragon was in the room with him, dressed in black and yellow garb to show she was a prisoner. Though almost immediately as the fire lit up the room, she gave an ear piercing squeal of shock, one that made Michael fall back and shut off the flame, "H-hey! Shhhh! I'm just a dragoon!", he shouted, hearing his voice echo all around the room, then hearing an alarm.

Red lights began flashing from the other side of the room, then from the cieling. There were indeed bars at the other end like he thought, now seeing perfectly that he was in a prisoner's cell. The size of it threw him off though, not used to such a massive room for just one person. Though there wasn't much time, as he expected prison guards or the sort to start barging in. Suddenly the bars at the other end vanished, not being made of metal but a very powerful and painful energy which kept every prisoner at bay, "WARNING! DECIBEL LEVEL EXCEEDING PRISON WING D's MANDITORY LIMITS!", shouted a very robotic and metallic voice. In came several robots, all about 10 feet tall, stepping in unison and looking rather humanoid with a glossy silver finish.

The lights turned right on, and the alarm turned off, the pink dragoness blinded by the sudden illumination. She covered her eyes for a second, the small relative to her robots looking up at her and scanning her large body, "QUERY, CAUSE OF BREAKAGE OF REGULARTORY DECIBEL LEVEL?", asked the lead robot, the green light gathering data on her current status. The dragoness herself was holding her knees close to her body, looking down and looking a little nervous. She had long blonde flowing hair, with one of her eyes covered by it with long white horns on her head, "Errm...just...stubbed my toe...", she replied in a light cute innocent voice, showing that her toe was slightly bruised.

Her claw was massive, as well as pink like the rest of her body, "PRISONER INDENTIFIED AS DELTA FX45, RAYLA. REFUSUAL TO COMPLY WITH MANDATORY DECIBEL CODE WILL RESULT IN INCARSERATION IN SECTOR NOIR. ONE STRIKE ADDED TO THREE STRIKE RULE. ANALYSIS COMPLETE.", said the lead robot, having then scanned the room for any contraband and finding nothing. Almost as quickly as they entered, they left, shutting off the lights and turning the energy prison bars back on. As soon as she heard them leave the floor, she rubbed her throat for a second and raised her head.

When everything became dead silent, she hacked out a certain dragoon, spitting him to the floor and having him bounce up a bit. Michael coughed as he had saliva in places he didn't need it, shivering in disgust and somewhat annoyed that she swallowed him, "UGH!....gross....", he muttered, sputtering a bit and gripping the P.I.C. in his hand. It nearly slipped out from the slippery saliva, but he kept it, not wanting to retrieve it if it had gotten eaten. The large dragoness licked her lips, tasting a hint of strawberry which was quite delightful but weird for a human.

"Shush...please...or they'll come back. You should be fine though...dragoons are tough like us dragons.", she remarked, her voice rather sensual though a little deep. Michael nodded and raised his P.I.C. in the air for a moment. Suddenly his body began to glow red, heating up his body and quickly ridding his whole body of the gross saliva. It instantly evaporated, and the residue burned away as well, Rayla staring in awe at the display of magic, now believe he was what he said, "Ooooh! You're a fire dragoon...the real deal...errrm...think you can help a dragon? It's what you do correct? Saving dragons in need?", she asked, giving a big toothy smile and running a claw through her hair to maybe gather more interest.

Michael had a ball of fire out in his free hand so he could see her properly, wondering what he should do considering the situation at hand, "Well as a dragoon, yes we do help out dragons or humans in need. But that's the old way...now we save anyone in need....just...aren't you a dangerous criminal to be locked up here? Doesn't sound like a good idea.", he responded, Rayla giving a pout and lowering her snout to his eye level. She got a good look at him, seeing that he had a young face but the eyes of a warrior who has seen many battles.

She then laid on her side, looking down at him and rubbing his hair with a finger which was nearly wider than his hand, "I'm not a criminal darling...N.D. put me here for talking back to a "higher" ranked being. Some mutt who told him that I wasn't behaving how I should for my race...", she explained with a sigh, getting a surprised glance from the human. That definately was an unfair charge, making Michael wonder what to do. He was told by Abu not to trust anyone, however she seemed to be someone falsely imprisoned. Though the most important thing was that he had a job to do, "I...can't help at this time. I'm on a mission.", he said with a sigh, putting out the ball of fire and releasing his sword in a flash of fire into his hand.

His P.I.C. was placed in his back pocket as the dragoness sighed, hoping she could get out of the prison, "Oh poo. And here I thought a noble dragoon knight would wisk me away from here.", she said while turning to her back, feeling disappointed. She then squealed in surprise feeling a touch to her cheek, a little warm hand patting her, "I didn't say I would not do anything though. I'm going to cut out of here and get everyone's attention. I recommend you lay low until you hear the 2nd alarm, then head to the transportation room about two floors down....you'll notice it as the security system will be knocked out seconds before that alarm. Even at your size, you can use the delivery elevator to get there...and then use the teleporter to get yourself out of here.", explained the dragoon, quickly turning and sprinting towards the exit.

Rayla wondered how he would break through the beams, as they were made to destroy anything that would come into contact with it. Even magic enhanced items would disintegrate, thanks to the creator which she heard was the smart person alive,"W-wait!", she whispered, not wanting to alert the robots as she saw him go for the slice. Michael jumped up and gave a strong vertical slash, one that let a burst of wind ahead of him. Nearly all of the beams were cut, then shorted out in front of him, "I know he said...to use the P.I.C. but he mentioned that the bars would reappear once I walk off. For Onari I would've had to do this same thing so I don't think its a problem for a larger cage.", he thought to himself, thinking back to what he was told to remember regarding his objectives.

She couldn't believe her eyes, nearly gasping in shock from what the dragoon just did. Only stories she heard about dragoons, never actually seeing on until now, and it was quite a shocker. Although she still couldn't leave, laying far in the back within the darkness, until that alarm would ring and she would finally taste freedom, "T-that's..amazing. Whatever his blade is made of, it must be indestructable...", she thought, keeping in mind not to forget his face, even though she didn't catch his name. However thinking hard, she felt like she had saw him before, in a picture not too long ago. Right now she didn't care much about it and patiently went to await the time for escaping.

From what he was told, none of the prison bars had an alarm since they were considered impossible to sever and no one had the weapons to break out due to a regular screening of the cells for foreign items. He looked back at the dragoness, then focused forward as he took a few steps outside and grabbing his P.I.C. with his free hand. Immediately the map of the compound appeared, showing his location relative to Onari's, and a direct path to it, "She's in...prison wing D, same floor as I am.", he thought to himself, checking out to see how he would get there and what would be in his way. There was also a notice above the holographic map, stating that any noise above 40 Db would draw attention. As if Abu anticipated it, once Michael closed the screen, a decibel level scanner appeared in place of the map, which had a red line where the number 40 was. Carefully the dragoon walked forward, knowing that he had a good distance given that he was in the Macro section of prison wing D and Onari was on the other end, near the elevator going up to where his brother was being kept.

The hallway was bare, barren and clean as a whistle, the walls made of smooth metal, as well as the floor. Up ahead was the entrance to the regular prison wing, carefully walking towards the large metal door which was large enough for someone like that dragoness he met earlier. The door itself was dull like the walls, wondering now if it was made to make sure that anyone walking through would leave a trace on the clean floor or walls. As expected, the door was locked, with no way to open it without force visible as he looked around, "Okay...where is it...ah, right here...", he muttered to himself, seeing an input panel on the floor to the side. It was merely a screen that would analyze the robot's hand and only allowed entrance for them.

Michael grabbed his P.I.C. and placed it on the green panel, with the screen face down. Within seconds, the door opened slowly, and without a sound. The darkness of the area soon became flooded by a bright yellow light, seeing the next area was still wide like the previous but the visible cells were much smaller than normal. As he walked in, the door shut behind him and he suddenly saw people peeking out from their cells. Not only humans, but various other species, which were held by metal bars in contrast to the bars he dealt with earlier.

"H-hey! who's that?! That's no scrap heap!", said someone, nearly reaching the limit of 40 db which got Michael worried for a second. He kept in mind that his time was limited so he couldn't dilly dally, staying quiet as he walked forward. The other prisoners knew of the limit, all quietly asking questions to the human walking down the hallway, which made no sense to them since only robots walk those halls, "Who the fuck is that?", "A human? Did he break out?", "Never saw him before...", "That's...the dragoon of fire! He's on the wanted list!", "No freaking way...what is he doing here?", were a few of the questions the dragoon of fire heard as he walked.

Quickly he took at his P.I.C., seeing that Onari getting close down the incredibly long stretch of hallway. He ignored everyone's plea to get his attention, not wanting to get involved with anyone. Though he stopped for a second when someone said a certain name, one that made him freeze in place and cause sweat to drip down his head, "Hay mate...aren't ya the bloke who's with that dragoness Rizan?", said a fox, a bright orange one who had a band-aid on his cheek and wearing the standard black and white striped prison uniform. Michael swallowed hard and continued walking, going past the cell of the one who wanted his attention, "Hey Drongo, I'm talkin to ya!", he said a little louder, the decibel gauge reaching 39 db, nearly blowing his cover.

The dragoon of fire started to sprint lightly, wanting to get to the end as soon as possible and avoid having his mind clouded with the guilt that was eating him, "Whoever that is...can't talk to him...no time...have to reach Onari...", he said in his mind, repeating it a few times to calm himself. His P.I.C. vibrated as he closed in, finding the cells farther down empty for some reason. He looked around for a moment, seeing that he was right at the cell which should've housed Onari, "O-onari?", he whispered, keeping his voice just at 30 db, noticing one cell up-ahead which specifically had the same energy bars Rayla's cell had. It seemed out of place and worth checking out he thought, walking towards it and seeing someone sitting on a bed, dressed in the same prison uniform he'd seen since he got here.

"Are you Onari?..", he asked as he stood in front of the cell, seeing the person stir for a moment, then sit up. It was then that the dragoon got rather shocked, seeing a face he had seen awhile ago, back in Saint Falda, "Yea? Who's asking---wait...you're not a bot. You're Aisarue--I mean Eurasia.", she said in disbelief, he being the last person she'd expect to see here. She scratched her head in thought, seeing him looking quite shocked as she made sure it wasn't who she was ordered to kill, "Yea, you're him...you don't have "his" eyes...but does that mean that Shade...", she responded, trailing off at the end as she was curious as to why he was here.

To be continued....