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I've been lazy. Can't even crack my own code...I made sure not to leave a single security hole...but I'm not perfect. I'm sure that there is an exploit I can use! If not...then I can't bare to live with my failure if they die due to my negligence.

Date: December 3rd Location: Orez Delivery Company, Basement Time: 11:43 pm

Abu had been hard at work but the cracking was taking longer than he thought. Someone was brought in after he was taken from N.D. to update the security of the computer mainframe and whoever it was, did a really good job improving on his work. He was sweating quite hard, his silver hair normally gelled was starting to get out of place, "That power reading is down...there was so much interference--damn it! That's not it either. Brute forcing....exploiting...I still can't..break through yet!", he muttered to himself, still not able to get the second security system down. If he would fail, he would leave his friends stranded and the mission would be a failure on his watch. That was something he couldn't allow himself to happen.

As he typed, he quickly tapped a button, getting a screen up showing Fyre who had flew out earlier on his orders, "Fyre, how long until you make it out of the atmosphere? I'm...nearly done here. Remember, don't strike the right side once I get the shields down or you could hurt Eurasia and Ruru. You're only there to be a distraction.", explained Abu, Fyre sucking her teeth as he talked to her like she had no experience in fighting. Though the thought of hurting her friends scared her, which was very easy considering her vast size compared to regular folk. There have been more than on occasion that wondering souls wanting to get a closer look get underfoot, and she wasn't too happy on doing that.

"Just about 6 more minutes give or take...it's not easy going into space you know. And I won't hurt our friends. You forget I have battle experience?", she asked, sticking her tongue out at him. Abu shook his hand and nodded, putting his faith in her to help them out in-case he isn't able to knock the shield down fast enough. Eurasia was bored playing bodyguard, wanting to be useful and take down the bad guys. Even though he was told he was being a great help keeping the smart human safe, he wasn't so sure of it himself. As the call ended, Abu continued his hacking, his eyes going wide for a second as he saw that someone managed to teleport in, "WHAT?! HOW DID SOMEONE GET THROUGH THE---Unless...I SEE! Thats it!", he mentally shouted, realizing his mistake.

However the biggest problem was in who was the person or persons who took the time to travel to the dragoon's location he thought, giving him all the more motivation to work harder, "The shield is encrypted with a varying wavelength which....they changed the properties of my shield with new software....", muttered Abu, taking a different approach at things. It would take a bit more time, hoping that his friends would survive long enough for him to do his part of the plan. Minutes flew as he typed, the sweat dripping to the floor and his entire shirt soaked from how hard he was working. Countless numbers scrolled on the screen, the security system living up to its name of being uncrackable.

Eurasia rubbed his snout and yawned, wishing he could be doing something better than guard duty. His eyes hurt from how fast the human was going, not understand what were on the screens. Though suddenly he heard something, like a light bang coming from the end of the warehouse, as well as starting to smell something weird and something out of place but familar in a way. Quickly he stood up and looked around, smelling it nearby and in the same room, "Abu...someone's here. But...it smells kinda like...dad?", he said to his friend, Abu stopping for a moment and taking note of what he had just said. That only could mean one thing, his P.I.C. getting a reading on an intense source of darkness.

"It's kinda...rude to smell people you know. Well whatever. You could call me dad technically but, I'm here to talk about important things "son". Got a moment B to the Ryan?", said a voice coming from the darkness, his footsteps getting closer in which Eurasia clenched his fist to be ready for anything.

• Meanwhile....

Location: Orbiting Mystril, Bastille Maison Des Dymon; Mess hall Time: 11:46 pm

Ruru was shaken slightly, his thin shirt ripped and torn with his chest visible in some areas from the action that had happened so far. There was an intense amount of smoke coming from the mess hall, merely flicking his wrist and blowing it all away to see the destruction caused by his friend. He heard some coughing coming from where the enemy stood, seeing only the dragon Sangre bleeding from his cheek and smiling, "Hehe, my good ole buddy boy has grown up quite a bit. But...as usual he still has too much to learn. Punching me was a big mistake.", he said with confidence, but rubbing his cheek as he felt his jaw was fractured. His power at least numbed the pain a bit, the benefit of having control over your own spiritual power.

Michael however was nowhere to be seen, as well as the other N. Cyphers, who then sudden appeared from the sides, kicking off broken metal and tables off of them, "Noobie, seriously. That wasn't cool at all. Keep your abilities away from us...", remarked Vigaro, his shirt covered in soot and ash but barely damaged. The others too gave their share of complaints, the elephant remaining silent and the tiger growling in annoyance. Sangre merely shrugging it off as they regrouped, doing what he had to from such a sneak attack. With the N. Cyphers accounted for, all that was left was to confirm his friend's location, before the sound of metal ripping made him look up. The dragoon of fire punched through the metal, something that should've been impossible, "SANGRE! YOU WON'T GET AWAY FROM ME THIS TIME!", he shouted, his flames burning hot and blue as the hole he created was actually caused by it melting.

Sangre was prepared for another encounter with his enemy's brother, the thrill of taking the thing more important than anything of his foe delicious, "Oh? Do your best then!", he replied, putting a hand on his wrist and preparing his attack. Though to his surprise, the dragoon of wind grabbed Michael by the foot and slammed him face fist onto the floor. Ruru blew at his hand since his pal was steaming hot, burning his hand slightly but stopping his friend from making yet another careless mistake, "Dude, calm your ass down. We're outnumbered...chill and think for a second.", said Michael's best friend, reminding him of the problems at hand which were clouded by his burning anger.

The dragoon of fire rubbed his face, spitting out a bit of blood as his shirt fell to pieces in ashes. Everyone saw the multitude of scars all over his toned and barely muscled chest, having large and small lines and along his shoulders and back as well. The sight of it stunned Ruru, not expecting his soft friend to have that many scars, and not remembering him having it when they were at Vanaxxis, "You're right...sorry. It's just...hes the reason why...Jeff...why he...", spoke Michael, trying to hold back his frustration and fury since the one who changed his life was right in front of him. Sangre laughed and shook his head, amused at his rival's brother, "Impressive. It seems you've had your fair share of fun since we last met. I tip my hat to you...buddy boy..."

The other N. Cyphers weren't too pleased with their newest recruit's actions, wiping the debris off from their outfits. The green tiger pulled out what seemed to be a similar model of P.I.C. to the one the dragoons had, but altered slightly to their tastes, "Hmmm..something is approaching us...something big and quite fast.", he remarked, Sangre chuckling at what he said, "That's how you like it if I remember brosky. Lick first and ask questions later.", joked Sangre, getting a slap to the back of his head for that and a snicker from the elephant. Ruru resisted laughing, finding it funny but considering about what they said but more importantly, wondering how to buy more time. Michael was still steamed, his temperature dropping at least but still having his fists clenched.

"So, how did you survive? I heard you got offed by Abyssion like..what is it now..70 years ago? Time has flown since...", asked Ruru, Sangre turning his attention to the green haired human who was curious. The tale was something he didn't like to think about but enjoyed telling those who wanted to know, "Ah, now that's quite a story Ruru. Yo Virga, take care of that...big fast moving thing will ya? I can deal with these chumps myself.", ordered Sangre to his fellow green tiger buddy. He scoffed and punched him in the shoulder, then giving a nod, "I told you before, I hate that name. If you don't call me Pardos like I told you, I'll rip the scales from your face.", threatened the green tiger, hating his last name with a passion.

Though it was something to look into, being this high into space and even protected by a shield, any threats must be looked into considering their location, "That Eurasia...he's not worth my time so...sure why not. Leave the killing blow to me though. I want to make him suffer for what he put Baltro through...", growled Pardos, pressing a button on his P.I.C. and warping to the bridge. Vigaro just wanted to finish the mission and get back to the castle, being told by his father to watch the new guy and make sure he takes out whatever was causing the problems on the ship, "Seriously, why are we wasting time? Just kill him already...", commented Vigaro, pulling out one of his katanas and forming ice around the blade.

Sangre put his fist in the wolf's face and shook it, making Vigaro raise an eyebrow and point his blade at his so called teammate, "See here Gnarly-o, N.D.-broham gave me command of this mission. So for the record, you're all currently below me in rank. Now stay put and let me give these chumps their last request. Then ill take them both out. Don't you think our dear buddy boy deserves to know exactly how I beat his big old brother to a pulp?", he snickered, turning to see Michael's glare who then kneeled down to grab his sword. Ruru patted his friend's shoulder, trying to calm him down and make him hear the bastard out. Unfortunately what the dragon said was true, and he was his superior for the moment. Vigaro was someone who followed his father's orders to the letter, wrapping his arms together and letting the stupid dragon take charge. For the elephant, this was not a problem, knowing that he'll get his chance to splat the dragoon but not being the talkative type.

"Good boy. Now then...its simple. You remember my plan...I was THIS close to achieving it...just needed one more dragoon. They happened to send you, and your no good brother to the scene.", began Sangre, walking back and forth, giving gestures with his hands to show how close he was with two fingers and then clenching his fist. That day will never leave Michael's mind, everything being a wreck for his first mission, "I remember. You kidnapped me...and completely overpowered me that day. You planned on using me in some bizarre ritual.", replied the dragoon of fire, squeezing the life out of his sword's handle.

Whatever he was planning, it would've required the sacrifice of a dragoon and his dragoon spirit, being a very dangerous crime and requiring immediate pacification. Ruru looked at Sangre and rubbed his chin for a moment, "Yea I think I remember reading about that...something about the...rite of transference. You gained power through soul stealing. But a dragoon spirit was worth ALOT more than your average soul of course. It is a solidified form of a dragon's spirit after all...", added Ruru, Sangre nodding and pleased that the dark skinned dragoon of wind was knowledgeable over his feats.

"Indeed I do Ruru. Souls, taken from the living are when they are at their strongest. Dragoon spirits themselves are at a constant state of being at their peaks...makes them the best targets you know.", continued Sangre, many of his abilities gotten from the souls he had stolen. Michael and Ruru both looked at their dragoon spirits, always keeping in mind that they were holding a spirit of a deceased dragon, and they were using its power to stop those who had malicious intentions. It was what they would've wanted, to keep the peace in the world, "So you take spirits away...draining them of everything and basically the victim...fades to nothing. Erased from existance, and unable to pass on to heaven or hell....even more so you do it out of personal gain. You're a sick fuck you know that?", responded Ruru, rubbing his gotee with a thumb.

The dragon smirked and laughed, liking the attitude of the green haired dragoon, finding him to be more of a man than his adversary's brother, "I've been called worse. All was worth it to get what I wanted. And now I get to work for the man who plans on bringing down the ones in charge! Ba-ha-ha-ha-ha!", laughed Sangre, having bigger plans and thinking everything through from the start. The only set back in his plan was Abyssion getting in his way, which was now no longer a problem. Vigaro had heard this story many times, but glad that for once it was shortened somewhat. His focus was the dragoon of fire, who's power felt much different and stronger than the day they fought back at Gear's Laboratory, "We're still far away from achieving that you know. But yes. Once we get those Virages online, things will be in father's control and he'll finally achieve his dream.", added in Vigaro to Sangre, the two nodding and then cracking their knuckles.

Ruru was very curious as to who they were talking about, not expecting the big brass N.D. to have a more specific plans other than being a major dick to anyone beneath him, "What are those dreams? If I may ask before our "death" at your hands.", he asked sarcastically, Sangre merely smirking and shaking his head, "Sorry Ruru, you're not worth giving a nickname to and I already granted a last request. Now you gotta die, and your friend too--whoa!", shouted the dragon, the entire ship shaking and lightly turning on its side. Michael nearly fell over, while Ruru still wasn't affected as he remained a few inches off the ground, "What was that?!", wondered Michael, hearing light explosions coming from what seemed to be far away.

The dragoon of fire heard static from his P.I.C., about to answer but then remembering that it was their last hope of getting out. The enemy could destroy it like Ruru's, leaving them stranded permanently, "I don't know, but it can't be good dude.", replied Ruru, clenching his fist as in a flash of light, the green tiger returned and holding a massive sword. The elephant dozed off during the conversation, waking up upon the bright flash making so much noise. Sangre was surprised he came back so fast, expecting Pardos to investigate the cause of that sudden turbulence like the rabid tiger he was, "Yo Vigra. What was that?", he asked, dodging a quick slash that would've taken his head off while smirking.

"I fucking told you. DON'T CALL ME THAT! Grawrrrll...", he snarled, then pointing his sword at the dragoons, "We have to kill them. Now.", added in Pardos, making the dragoons take a defensive stance. Whatever caused the ship to shake must have been bad for the enemy to make them change their objection so suddenly, Sangre a bit miffed about the sudden order, "What? I thought you said we needed to bring Buddy Boy Eura back alive?", questioned Sangre, making the tiger grab the dragon by the chest of his shirt and pull him down to his eye level, glaring at him with piercing green eyes, "Change of plans. Really really big dragon outside is trying to get through the shield. Although its doubtful, there is a slight chance it may breach the shield.....No doubt it's here to save these two. Rather bring N.D. the bodies than giving them any chance to escape. He won't be so forgiving if he found out they got away from your laziness.", answered the tiger, reminding the dragon that he was indeed under orders to subdue the dragoon of fire.

While they were arguing, Ruru considered the options, from running away to fighting, "Dude...we're kinda fucked you know. Not much to do now...Abu seems to be eating his words as the shield still isn't down....Guess we're going down fighting.", he said to his bud, who seemed disappointed and disheartened at the situation, "Boris...I'm sorry I dragged you here with me. I knew it was dangerous...Really didn't want to drag you into my family business...", Michael said to his best friend, merely getting a punch to his shoulder and a big smirk by his best friend. Ruru held up his fist and brought near him, the jade dragoon spirit in his left hand shining more brilliantly than any gem reflected in the light.

"Mike. Not like I'd have let you go at this alone anyway. We're bro's, and I'll always have your back. Why do you think we have Com-bi-nation? It means our friendship and synergy can't be broken.... We'll go down fighting and no one else i'd rather go down with than someone who I know will kick just as much ass as me but not as cool or elegant.", explained Ruru, giving a huge boost in confidence to his friend. With his right hand, the two dragoons bro fisted, their dragoon spirits flashing brightly which caught the N Cypher's attentions, "Boris...thanks a lot. You're a true friend.", replied Michael, being lucky that he had a friend as good as Ruru. It meant that letting him down was not an option, swearing by his blade that he was planning on fighting to his last breath.

The elephant trumpeted loud to start their attack, the duo prepared for the fight of their lives before suddenly the whole ship shook. That didn't stop the two sides one bit, but something else did. Everyone screamed in pain as the lights flickered on and off from a shock of electricity going through everyone. Even Ruru who didn't have his feet on the floor felt the electrons sweep over, bringing him to the ground and forcing everyone to cry in agony. The dragoon of fire fell to the floor, his vision getting blurry before going black.

• Some time later....

".....BORIS!", shouted Michael, coming to finally and jumping up in shock as he remembered he was still in battle. It seemed that he was out for some time, quickly looking around and coming eye to eye with a pair of dragon eyes, "Dad, relax! You're safe...", said the dragon Eurasia, happy to see his father and squeezing him tightly against his chest. He had no shirt on and seemed to be in a bed, a bit surprised at what had happened but starting to again lose conciousness from lack of oxygen. Eurasia saw his father struggling lightly, chuckling while letting him go and to let him catch his breath, "Son?...am I...back at Saint Falda? How?", asked Michael, confused and worried as to what happened while he was out.

Something then made him turn his attention to the right, feeling a familar sensation and spotting someone he didn't expect to see, "Finally awake are we? As my better half, I expected better from you. Seriously, how can you be from the Eurasia line if it took you that long to wake up?", questioned Aisarue, dressed in a black t-shirt with the words "Areo 1987", and blue jeans, his purple hair brushed backwards like his brother would have it. Michael growled and clenched his fist, before getting a pat on his shoulder, "Dad relax. He's the one who saved you! He went with Fyre into space and got you back here in one piece.", explained the dragon Eurasia, making the dragoon of fire wonder what would make him come out in the open, let alone help him.

"...You didn't save me out of the kindness of your heart. You need me alive for some reason, don't you?", asked Michael, Aisarue coughing a bit and covering his mouth, noticing that he wiped his hand on his black shirt. Something was wrong with this picture, before Abu came into the picture, having needing to take care of a few last minute things, "Relax Eurasia. Its so obvious that even you noticed that he did it for his own benefit. I admit I was shocked when he arrived and...offered to help. However before anything, I apologize for not meeting my end of the bargain. I need more practice if I can't beat my best security.", he explained, rubbing his glasses and standing beside the dragon Eurasia. However he seemed to have his weird outfit again, from Afro to bling bling that screamed in his eyes.

As he was about to ask about the outfit, Michael noticed that he hadn't seen Ruru yet despite being in his basement warehouse. Amid all the empty shelves, he didn't see another bed, "Is Boris upstairs or something? I don't see him. Fyre either", wondered Michael, getting a nod from his friend Abu, "I know what you're thinking, I need this outfit. Its for my own protection. And my ride should be outside momentarily.", answered Abu, but not the question the dragoon of fire asked. As he walked off to the stairs, he turned to his bed ridden friend, holding up his P.I.C., "To answer your question though, he's showering and she's sleeping. He mentioned that he was sweaty from all that fighting and a break would be a good thing while your dragoness savior spent a good amount of energy trying to free you. Either way, we don't have too much time. I have to head back to BDHQ and keeping my end of the bargain means a nice reward. Thank you very much for doing me that favor. You won't go unrewarded, trust me. I'll be in touch when I arrive back at my lab, so until then, try to get along with Aisarue. He needs you.", continued Abu, walking up the flight of stairs with the sounds of his chains ringing in the distance.

Michael nodded but felt uncomfortable around his supposed evil self, the two staring each other down, "Gonna stare at my pretty face all day? I know we're practically twins but I'm more woman-friendly than you. I won't deny however you know some sexy babes...Rizan and Shyranrya are real hotties. You plan on seeing them again?", he asked, getting an angry glare from the dragoon. The dragon Eurasia was confused, wondering how to assess the situation, "Please, don't ask about that. It's not a great topic at the moment.", pleaded the big dragon, Aisarue chuckling and giving a smirk.

"Oh I know everything that happened. Me and him are connected...just that he doesn't know how to tap into my mind as I do to him. Anyway...we gotta talk...as that smart-ass Brian said, I need you--", suddenly Aisarue coughed out blood, this time far too strong for him to hold back and letting out a small glob onto the floor. The sight shocked the two, the dragon Eurasia about to help but getting the signal by Aisarue to stay back, "And my time is short as you can see. But get a bit of rest. I'll fill you in on what happened later, and then of my situation. Make you an offer you'd be stupid to refuse...", spoke the darker half of Michael, leaving the dragoon thinking if it was a trick of some kind.

Although Abu himself said to get along with him and he was known to rarely ever be wrong, being around him didn't feel right, "....okay. Just one thing...what happened to my brother?", he questioned, Aisarue remaining silent at the question, "I said...rest. We'll talk about all that later. Stupid.", he responded, Michael biting his lower lip and nodding, nervous as to what really happened when he was knocked out. Slowly he laid his head onto the pillow and attempted to drift back to sleep, his mind too full of horrible thoughts and possbilities, as well as the burden he had being reminded of the two dragonesses whom he wronged.

- 10 minutes earlier

Date: December 4th Location: N.D.'s Headquarters, data incomplete on exact location Time: 12:30 am

"That was...the 7th time...I don't think I have any more in me...", said a tired lord of darkness, having just finished a session with his loving and demanding wife. She was finally sleeping soundly after the exhausting amount of time they spent together after a lovely dinner and a movie. He wobbled over to his study dressed in a bathrobe, planning on getting a drink and reading up on the latest news. It had been some time since he ordered the Cyphers to his more secure prison and wondered when they would return, hopefully having the perps responsible alive so he could deal with it himself. As he arrived at the door to his study, the stone walls decorated with various velvet sheets of black with his symbol welcomed him.

Before he could enter, he heard footsteps heading his way, quickly changing his disposition to one a leader should have as to not let him be seen in such a disgraceful manner. He saw his trusted second in command Wiell running his way, his monocle hanging off his black suit as he was bolting towards his master with big news, "L-Lord! There you are! Something terrible has happened!", he shouted, N.D. raising an eyebrow and walking towards his subordinate. The snake took a moment to get his breath, then guestering his lorder to come with him, "P-Please! Come to the medical ward!", he yelped, his monocle hanging off his shirt from how distressed he was.

"Relax Mr Slithers. Tell me whats wrong? Did my boys get a hurt on their mission?", he asked, casually walking past his sibordinate towards the medical ward. He expected one of them to get hurt, but nothing serious as they had greater numbers than any enemy who posed a threat, especially the dragoons. Wiell followed though still tired, needing to tell him how bad the situation was, "My lord...its...Pardos and....Mino. They're in critical condition. Sangre is lightly injured with burns and Loxodote seems uninjured.", explained Wiell, making N.D. wonder what had happened. Considering Mino's berserker ability, it wouldn't have been possible for one single person to do it. Throwing in Pardos, who's nearly top in ranking, gave him a bad feeling in his stomach.

Within two minutes, they arrived at the medical ward, a very sterile environment and the most advanced location on his headquarters. Abu himself oversall the construction of it and the hiring of the best medicial staff anywhere. The hallway turned from a stone walled old school type of look to a futuristic metallic finish look, with multiple door ways to emergency rooms. Three of them had red lights over them, showing that either an operation was in progress or a patient was being kept inside, "Lord N.D., Mino is kept on room 3...though he's currently being worked on and unconscious. Pardos however, refuses to use the anesthetic so he's being worked on while awake. You want to talk him first? Mino has remarkable natural healing but Pardos does not, so his wounds are more life threatening.", explained Wiell, N.D. rubbing his chin in thought and deciding to have a little chat with Pardos since he needs his target to be awake to probe his mind properly.

Normally while surgery is going, no one is allowed in the room for privacy and sterilization purposes, but N.D. simply walked in and override the security protocols. Though he was first doused in a fine liquid to make sure he was sterile, then allowed in. The room was dim besides the end of the room being lit up, with 2 doctors and 2 nurses supporting him through the operation. They were covered in head to toe in white, even their muzzles covered so it was hard to tell exactly what species they were. Quickly they stopped the operation seeing the door open, the head doctor turning and looking quite annoyed, "Oi! Can't you see the ligh--oh! My lord! My apologies!", he said once he realized who it was, every doctor bowing down out of respect.

N.D. chuckled and merely walked towards them, knowing that it was bad to walk into such a delicate procedure, "Don't worry, usually I'd not walk in while you were working, but I hear my son is...being stubborn in following proper procedure and won't take his medicine.", he queried, getting a nod from them all. They moved to the side to show him how bad it was, unable to start due to how seriously damaged he was. N.D.'s look turned rather serious from the playful look he had earlier, seeing that his son was missing 40 percent of his left side, from shoulder, to waist in a diagonal fashion, "Y-yes lord...we have his...other side...and we stopped the bleeding...however we can't begin the operation until he is under. If we don't hurry, it'll be too late to reattach it and he'll have to take the same...road as Baltro. I'd rather not have to outfit him with synthetic parts.", said the head doctor, having a preference to keeping the body fully natural and biological than having mechanical implants.

Pardos saw his father and coughed, his eyes blood shot but having the look of pure hatred on his face, "D-dad?...I'm sorry...you have to see me like this...", he said, his voice somewhat weak and frail. The mission weighed heavily on him, angry beyond belief at that stupid dragon who was useless. N.D. merely sighed and put a hand on the tiger's head, "Don't worry about it. If you want to make it up for me, let the doctors do their work. You're useless to me if you can't do your job...Now sleep.", he replied, applying a bit of his hypnotic suggestion to make him heavy-eyed, then finally pass out. The doctors were pleased, happy to be able to finally operate. At that moment, he sampled the memories of what happened to the ship, playing it back in his head as he gave his farewells to allow the doctors to work. Ignoring the boring chatter of the the group when they arrived at the scene, N.D. focused when he was separated from the group.

• Earlier, back at the Bastille Maison Des Dymons

The tiger teleported himself to the control room, shocked that it was in shambles, caused by the earlier battle of the dragoon of wind. There were a but a few usable components left, but not enough to be of any use to help him find the cause of the proximity alarms. He searched around and found nothing but scrap heaps where the consoles and main systems were, but it was oddly clean of any debris. Looking up he saw that there was a hull breach, probably the cause of everything being clean as a whistle on the floor despite the ruined sight of the navigation equipment.

Instead he opted to use the wireless of the ship to link his P.I.C. up to the ship's computer, bringing up the holographic hud to show the ship's status, as well as bring up the cameras from outside as there was a hull breach earlier and was now impossible to see through the metal covering where the windows would be, "Lets see....everything's a mess here...most of the automated security force is down....w-what?...what is that?", he muttered, seeing visibly what seemed to be a dragon in the distance, coming from the planet.

However it seemed to be weird to even see one, its size increasing rapidly until he realized that it wasn't just a dragon, it was a macro. The prison was the size of several city blocks from top the bottom, and this dragon seemed to be even bigger than it. He put his claws to the screen and activated the defense turrets, not expecting it to get through but not allowing it to just hang about. Guns appeared from the ship's sides and rapidly fired bullets, though much too small to even make a dent in this dragon's scales. As she got close enough, he saw her snout get hit by the shield, luckily not causing any disturbance in the ship. Its size was larger than anything he'd seen before, even compared to the macro city he visited one time in the past.

"God damn it...these little bullets aren't making it flinch...but our shield...ah SHIT!", he shouted, the cameras outside showing that the dragon was raising its claw and bringing it down on the ship. A massive shockwave came from the blow as the shield took the hit, bouncing the dragon back but rocking the ship somewhat. It was quite a powerful blow if it had landed, most likely cutting the ship in two. From what he saw, the dragon seemed a bit hurt from it, gazing at its claw and rubbing it against it's stomach. Pardos was unsure on exactly how to approach this, though he was certain that the shield would hold up to this giant scaled monster's attacks, at least long enough for him to get the job done. Though again the ship shook, seeing the dragon take yet another swipe at the ship with its other claw but yielded the same results, "That stupid scaled...must be here to help the dragoons. Can't have that..."

There was no choice but to hurry the mission up, Pardos closing the screen and arriving back to his comrades and telling them the situation at hand. As they attacked, everything went black for him, the pain of being electrocuted causing his body to go numb. The lights shorted out for a moment after a few seconds of shocking torture, before the back up lights turned on, having whiter hue but dimmer none the less. Everyone remained unconscious for a few minutes, another alarm sounding to signal a power failure throughout the whole ship, "....ugh...what...was that..", groaned Pardos, struggling to get at his feet and shaking the daze and using his sword as a support.

He noticed his allies still unconscious, as well as his enemies, "Oh? I'm the first awake...typical. Either way, this'll make things quite simple.", he thought, standing up straight and walking towards the knocked out humans. Michael showed no signs of waking up, his consciousness still fighting the effects of being electrocuted. The tiger stood above the two, kicking away the body of Ruru to the side then moving in front of the red hair human who was face down, "N.D. will be pleased...bringing the head of this dragoon..and finally getting revenge for what you did to my little brother...", putting a foot on the back of Michael's head and grinding his face against the floor.

Ruru groaned in pain as his body hit a wall, rubbing his head and looking to the side to notice the tiger about to make the killing strike on his best friend, "Shit! Mike! Wake up!", he shouted, his body still a bit numb from the shock and unable to make over in time. The blade came down as the dragoon of wind ran over in what seemed to be slow motion, wind gathering around his hand and about to launch an attack to make up for his lack of speed. Pardos grinned the entire time, the blade inches away from the back of Michael's neck before his hand quickly stopped it. The tiger couldn't move it at all, putting a great amount of physical strength into it before he jumped back in disbelief, "You're awake dragoon? Damn it...just a second too late.", he growled in annoyance, so close in ending that pitiful human's life.

The biggest relief sigh came out of Ruru's mouth, rarely getting nervous in any situation but nearly losing his friend rattled his nerves. Michael got up, though without even using his hands or knees, a sight which worried Ruru once he started noticing the spiritual energy coming from his friend, "Dude?...Wait...that's not from the dragoon spirit.", he commented, seeing the dragoon spirit on Michael's hand completely black and empty. That was usually the sign of something suppressing the power, usually from a magic spell or something similar, "I'm not...your dude. If I was, we'd both be dead at this moment.", remarked the dragoon of fire, but in a much deeper, more intimidating voice, far from his normal one.

"So you've surfaced finally...the Zoan half of that human. Guess N.D. was correct this whole time.", said Pardos, having been in a meeting about it awhile back over what zoans were, Michael being mentioned as a canidate for having the gene. However this human was not the only zoan, with N.D. having studied the topic extensively for years with Abu's help, "Though...isn't it weird? For some reason, the two halves are separate from each other. It's not uncommon for the zoan nature to have a more...monstrous personality when letting it envelop you, but for it to be it's own person and contain free will...must be pitiful to have a weaker half holding you back."

Z.Michael merely looked at the wolf, raising a hand slowly and pointing a finger at the arrogant tiger, "Honestly...it is. However, this weakling is also the only means of my survival. If he dies...then I go too. Same goes for another...part of Eurasia. Don't you agree?", he asked while looking behind the tiger and seeing the door open on the little black shack that had been unharmed during the whole encounter. Pardos quickly turned around and saw the prison which was keeping their most important prisoner open up, and seeing Abyssion and someone else who seemed familar carrying the weakened traitor, "What?! How in the Hell...did you get past the forcefield?! The sensors didn't pick you up...", he yelled at Aisarue, smirking with his purple hair, Solid Blue t-shirt and khakis.

"Yea totally you zoan freak. If he goes, we go too...but seriously Vigra. Where the hell you been? That force-field's been down since 5 minutes ago.", he remarked with a smug tone in his voice, taking advantage of a freak shield failure and teleporting here thanks to Abu's help. Abyssion was weak from the lack of food, light and water from his cell, though he pushed Aisarue lightly to let him know he can walk, "...thanks, I got it from here.", muttered Abyssion, stumbling over to the tiger who was prepared to fight and kill their prisoner to avoid letting the dragoons have him. To his surprise, Abyssion merely sat down beside him, breathing heavily and looking at the two dragoons who stood several feet from each other, "I appreciate the effort you guys took to get here. But I'm not going with you."

Aisarue was quite surprised, knowing that this would be a problem for his weaker more pussy self, "You know he's going to cry later right? If it wasn't for Mr Zoan over there being in charge for the moment.", he responded, merely walking towards the two dragoons, with Ruru wondering what is there to do now. He did hear that the shields were gone so they could probably teleport out, "Damn, really Jeff? We went through the trouble of kicking ass, sneaking around, and you're just gonna sit there and let them take you away?", he asked while rubbing his hair in disbelief. It was probably for the best that Michael was here, though the question if the zoan's return was any better, "I didn't forget about you though. How did you get out? I thought we sealed you away shortly after that faggot's game. You better not be sticking around for long.", he added while looking at the face of his friend but not at the mind.

The only good news about this mission was that at least Abyssion would not be escaping, even better that his spirit seemed to be broken on running away. Pardos still had one thing to settle, looking down at his dragon friend who was still snoozing and kicking him in the back, "Wake up you piece of shit!", he yelled, putting his sword down into the metal ground. Sangre growled a bit, yawning as he opened his eyes and saw that he missed quite a bit, "Momma? I thought I killed you...no no wait. I'm up!", he said quickly getting back on his feet. Pardos punched him in the stomach, making him wince in pain, "Wake him up too. We're leaving on my orders with the prisoner. I don't care about your personal vendetta against that dragoon. Keep your mouth shut and do as I say.", he ordered his stupid teammate who messed up everything. Normally he'd remind him of who was in charge, but unfortunately the mission was nearly a failure and he would've been responsible.

Sangre nodded with a bit of sweat going down his head, going to his elephant friend to try to wake him up as well. It was then a loud roar made everyone jump a bit, except Z.Michael who knew where it came from. The slightly closed door behind them was smashed through, the body of the defeated Cobo up and speeding right them. Ruru and Aisarue jumped away but Z.Michael merely turned to the side, letting him speed past them and head towards his allies. Abyssion got up seeing the speeding juggernaut and stopped his fist with one hand, Pardos about to stop him with something a little less clean, "Down boy. Beserkers always seem to wake up on the wrong side of the bed after recovering. Your fight is over.", explained the tiger with a sign, Cobo's fur still burnt and having a clear hole in his chest.

"Holy shit...seriously? You're still alive after that?", said Ruru grouping up with Z.Michael and Aisarue, who seemed to look impressed that his former teammate was alive and kicking. He definitely got alot stronger since he last saw him, remembering that his status was the weakest link of the N. Cyphers. Cobo growled and turned around, seeing the red haired and green haired humans who were his targets, not even caring that his objective stopped him, "Must...KILL...DRAGOOOONS!", he shouted, his aura back up but not to his maximum levels. Ruru really was getting tired of kicking his ass, unsure if he'll make the other Cyphers motivated to attack as well, "Dude, if he's not coming with us. Let's just go. We're still outnumbered."

Z.Michael didn't respond to the dragoon of wind's request, seeing how irrating Cobo really was since he was watching the fight from inside the dragoon of fire's head. Their teamwork was impressive but both were still pathetically weak, "We'll leave...I don't have much time anyway before I have to go..but I will make an example of...these N.Cyphers. I will show you Cobo...that you're nothing compared to me...and your Aura...might as well be trying to protect yourself with paper.", remarked Z.Michael, raising his hand and turning it to a scaled claw. It was instant, though there was the sound of bones being adjusted for the change in physical form. Cobo merely roared again, with the Zoanized Michael bringing his claw down.

Pardos quickly pushed Cobo out of the way, seeing what would've been the death of his teammate. As if with the blink of an eye, even Abyssion had his eyes wide open seeing the tiger's left arm, shoulder, and part of his waist come apart in a the most perfect slice ever. Sangre even screamed as well, noticing that something sliced off the tip of his tail, "OW WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?! VIGRA!", he yelled, seeing his two body parts falling over with blood spraying out quite hard. Abyssion was speechless, noting that this was the power he tried to prevent. Aisarue laughed while Ruru was a little uncomfortable with what just happened, "Haha, nice. You really weren't just talking shit about your power. Now we can go though...I brought one more friend and she's ready. Fyre! Let's go!", he shouted, Pardos growling while Cobo let his aura down and finally calmed down enough to see what was happening.

There was no time to do much as there was a deafening roar coming from outside the station, and a loud crashing coming from above. Aisarue pushed both Ruru and Z.Michael back out the door, right as Fyre's massive paw came down through the cieling. She cleaved through the station and left it in two pieces, the vacuum of space starting to suck everyone into it. Ruru quickly stopped the air from moving on his end, just as Fyre quickly shrunk herself to a more managable form of 3 feet from head to tail, "Man Brian knows how to send the back up...can we go now though? I can't hang around like this all day.", requested Ruru, Aisarue showing his P.I.C. and waving to his enemies, before they finally left the station.

Abyssion felt himself being taken by the wind, immediately grabbing the P.I.C. from Pardos's body and transporting everyone out. In space the station's orbit was degrading from it being split in two, until finally the end of the prison came with a bang, one that could've been seen from the planet.

This event would be remembered as one of the biggest disasters ever as well as the biggest break out since N.D. came to power. Many who got free during the battle between the dragoons and Cyphers managed to escape to the planet at the last second, all with big big plans with their new found freedom....and spreading the word about the dragoon's who assisted in assulting N.D.'s forces directly.

Chapter end

Next time: Chapter 15 - Focus Eurasia! Return of the Chilling Assassin!