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Silva's black claws tapped against the right arm rest of his throne of black skulls. His red eyes stared out into the darkened, empty hall. Staring. Waiting. Thinking. The recent attack on him by the A.I. shadow had been quite . . . entertaining. Most would have fallen to it, but it was adapted for organic beings, not beings made of pure energy like Silva. That's why it had lost, and its loss had led him to having a rare breed of dragon in his kingdom; and then, moreover, he learned who sent it: the company known as Enduring Technologies, lead by the dragon Endium. Scientists. Eggheads.

If the A.I. shadow was any indication, it wouldn't be easy to challenge. An army would only end up with large amounts of troops captured for interrogation. This clearly meant he had to go in himself, or at most with one other person. That idea came with a personal gratuity to him.

His claws slammed into the arm of his throne and dear Shalves appeared at his side, faithful as always. His cold, emotionless, but loyal eyes looked down at his lord.

"Shalves," Silva started, "this place has done a high crime, and they must pay. To do this I need your help, my most trusted friend." Silva reached against his own chest and began to PUSH his hand inward. It seemed like his scales and skin would open up and push away in waves allowing his questing appendage inward. He seemed to grip something and he pulled it out. An onyx crystal in the shape of a diamond rested in his hand, quickly forming into a compact shape and a necklace forming from it.

Shalves took it and wrapped it around his strong, black neck. With that, Silva's form disappeared, energy taking its place and shooting into the onyx. Shalves then set off, Silva's plan flowing through his mind through a single thought. It was a devious one, but dangerous for Shalves; just the way he liked it.

Shalves powered through the doorways and his wings unfolded, the mighty appendages flapping and making him soar high in the sky, moving faster and faster. His wings and body were only a small, blank figure against the night; and so he flew for hours and hours, steady and strong with the crystal of onyx around his neck. It flittered and shifted but never came off or even close to it.

Eventually he came to a structure about 30 minutes away from the compound, which he knew was Enduring Technology. One could never be too careful with how far one was from a fortress; no, not at all. Not to mention that 30 minutes for him was about 40 miles. He was a fast flyer and a strong dragon.

He prided himself on both, but he never showed it. Some wonder why he is so quiet and intrusive. That he will never reveal to anyone, at least no one he will foresee in his near or distant future. Again, though, things can change. His body settled itself down into the nook of a tree, his black wings wrapping around his body and the onyx, and his eye lids closing to bring himself to sleep. He needed the rest.

The next day, he woke up with a yawn. Then, with a whirr, a small sphere was in front of him with a small little cylinder. His tail quickly lashed out, knocking the sphere away; a sentry? This far out? The man was prepared, he had to admit. No time could be wasted. It may know that he is here.

He quickly got up, his legs lifting his massive bulk, and he ran through the forest; his wings unfolding to send him flying high in the air. His body shone in the light of the noon day sun; he had slept longer than he intended. His wings carried him fast and far, closing in rapidly on Enduring Technologies.

His eyes homed in on the surface of the compound. If this was at night, he would have been in much better shape. However, per his master's plan, he only needed to get in and do as much damage as he could. It would be easy, really. After all, dragons are extremely powerful.

His wings spread after the long trek, landing him straight down onto the ground with a mighty thunk echoing as he did so. His fist came up and smashed into the ground, beating its way through the earth and metal that lay beneath. His body fell in.

Figures rushed to see what had happened; but by the time they peered in, the dragon was gone. By now, he was running down a hall. His fists flew, smashing into the faces of some scientists in coats. A claw shredded through the vest of a bear-anthro guard. His body charged straight through a solid-steel wall and into an almost empty room.

Empty except for the latex, which lay on the ground; coating his feet and sliding up. He didn't last nearly as long as he had expected to. Of course, he did just charge in on a crazy rampage. His mind went through the numerous things that had happened. Let's see.

He had killed 10 scientists with blunt-force fist trauma, killed 5 guards with claws, impaled another scientist with his tail (through his ass and out his throat of course), and he even smashed a droid to pieces. All that was well and good, yes; but now he was caught by this damn latex. He didn't move. He didn't struggle. From what his master had told him, this stuff didn't stop going up till it was seared off or decided to come off itself.

He made a low sigh as the latex traveled slowly up his body; his chest was covered now, and the glittering onyx crystal was slowly encompassed. Then his neck was enveloped, and finally the horns of his head. He sat there waiting for something. The changes of the suit taking place rather quickly. First he felt . . . intrusions into his body. One that was rather uncomfortable was the pressure against his genital slit. Little holes formed for his eyes and nose, but another object was forced into his mouth, sliding down to plug up his throat.

He heard a small chuckle, surprisingly neutral. His eyes turned a bit, and he could see in his peripherals. It was a dragon, looked to be remotely like one of the fire breed; and by the looks of things, it was somewhat amused, great.

The other walked forward, a hand going underneath Shalves chin to raise it up. His gruff voice came from his mouth, "Well look what we have here, a dragon of the dark come to my facilities to volunteer. I wonder why. Are you one of those rogues? Or maybe one of that Archlords men? I would hate to have to find that out." The cruel dragon chuckled softly and Shalves felt a clicking into his mind.

Mental link established. Those words rang out not only IN his head, but also from the room's speakers. The dragon chuckled softly to Shalves, "I should give you a chance to surrender. After all, you are worth more unharmed . . . for now, that is." Shalves strained his vocal cords a bit, trying to utter words forward, rare as they may be. At the same time, he felt the onyx beginning to hum with power. The latex moved from his mouth, allowing his words to come out.

In an almost strangled but powerful tone, he simply said, "Maybe you . . . are the one that should surrender." As he finished his sentence, the onyx crystal burst forth out of the latex; Silva's shape taking form in the right spot for his head to snap right hard against the fire dragon's head; the head of Endium, the head of the facility. Silva smiled a cruel, insane smile.

"Well hello, my new bitch. Ready for some fun?" Endium's eyes went wide. He knew in that instant he would have trouble, but the AI that ran the facility, onyx, was quickly going to work; rerouting guards to assist Endium. Would it be enough?"