It was a calm night like any other night. Unless of course you counted underground.

"Claus…" a blond pre-teen whimpered as his ginger twin, who was holding his lightning saber towards his brother's throat, raised his arm cannon. Green eyes glared into blue, and the blond felt cold steel connect with the side of his face. He fell onto the cold ground and his vision faded to black.

This boy, the Commander thought, would be an interesting addition to the army. IF they managed to survive. 'Target unconscious. Psi Using Enemy defeated,' flickered across his mechanical eye. 'Needle, 4/7. Released by PK Love. Releases Dark Dragon. Pull Needle?'

"No, not yet…" he said, looking at the blond. Blood trickled out from multiple cuts and where his head had hit the ground. The Commander sheathed his sword and knelt down. One of the cuts was deeper than the rest, and was bleeding heavily. It wouldn't heal quickly, and would surely scar. Though the medic never failed to surprise him.

He flipped the PUE onto his back, and brushed the bloody hair out of its face. There was a laceration under his eye, and the skin was already bruising where the cannon had connected.

"Summon the troops, get them ready and have them prepare the ship."

'Yes, sir. Summoning troops.'

Quickly, a dozen or so Pigmasks came in and saluted. Commander glared.

"Where are the rest of you?"

"Unconscious from their fight with the enemy, sir!" a high pitched voice said from a somewhat tall Pigmask.

"Let's get out of here, then."

Commander picked up the PUE, more careful than normal.

"Sir, what do plan to do with him?" a deeper voice said, coming from a tall Pigmask.

"I think I'll need some company, don't you think?"

A normal, feminine voice came from one. "Yes, sir! That's a great idea!"

"Shut up, Isis."

"Y-yes sir!"

Commander boarded the (ever so tiny) ship and the Pigmasks followed him, Isis getting it back up to the city above.

"Sir! Where is the King?" the same squeaky voice piped up.

"I…have no idea. Best presumed he's dead from his battle with the PUE."

"Oh…thank you sir."

The rest of the short flight was uneventful, and as soon as they got there, Commander walked towards the medic's room. The brunette girl was quietly typing on her laptop when she looked up.

"Hey, Masky," she said, closing her device. Commander cringed at the nickname once again.

"Fix him."

"My pleasure, Masky."

He handed the PUE to the girl.

"Handle him well, Leoandre."

"I will."

The Commander went back to his room, a simple white room with a bed, a side table, and a wardrobe. A black door was on the other side of the room, leading to the bathroom.

He took the heavy helmet off and shuddered as his control system disconnected. He had been told never to remove it by Porky, but since there was the chance he was dead…

He felt the unfamiliar free will come to him, and he felt some memories return to him. The battle with the drago, eating omelets with his mom, helping his dad with the sheep, relaxing in the hot spring, the fire in Sunshine forest, and sleeping with a pillow in which he clung to.

OoO

"Make sure he can't remember anything about this "Lucas" person! I want it so he will fight him mercilessly, and kill him!"

"Sir, that would mean…"

"Disable all memories if you have to! I want it so he can't remember anything!"

"Y-yes sir. I'll go get t-the Eeves… one of them should have the ability…"

OoO

Commander shrugged his coat off, letting it fall to the ground. This newfound power, he thought, would allow him to rule…

A large smirk, something he remembers doing while pranking the girls in Tazmily, came across his pale face and he laughed for the first time in three years.

He pulled on a new shirt, something he had not done in who knows how long, and went back to check up on Leoandre. The medic had her tongue covering her top lip, and was placing a white bandage over the cut near the eye. Her hands were slightly bloody, and her pitch black suit had a bit of blood on it.

"How is he doing?"

"Much better. I have disinfected the wounds, pulled a few stones out of his head, and reduced the swelling on his cheek. Everything has been bandaged. Does this suit you, Masky?"

"Yes, it does. And stop calling me "Masky"."

"Fine then, Maskers."

A vein popped up on Commander's forehead.

"Just go get Rose…"

A black haired girl, the same age as Leoandre, with red and gold eyes came in, wearing the same outfit as the medic.

"Rose, make him a chimera."

"What kind?" her deep and unsettling voice said.

"Something a bit more delicate-looking, but still badass."

Rose nodded and blinked, her eyes lightly glowing gold as the PUE was lifted off of the table with a similar glow. Leoandre sighed as she left.

"Sometimes, I worry about her sanity," she said, opening her laptop.

"Says the pyromaniac."

"With pyrokinesis."

Commander rolled his eyes and left the room, leaving the brunette to do whatever she was drooling over again. He saw Rose head into another room out of the corner of his eye, and some Pigmasks on stretchers in the central room. Isis was treating some with herbs, trying to wake them up, while other Pigmasks were helping some up.

He walked over to Isis, who was standing over a rookie, holding a burning piece of incense over his uncovered face. Her orange and pink eyes glowed light pink as she waved it.

"How's it going?"

'Good, sir. Just waiting for him to wake up,' the girl's thoughts said to him.

"Good. I'm guessing Leoandre learned from you?"

'No, other way around.'

"Have fun."

He turned and left, leaving the violet-haired girl to do whatever combination of PSI and herbs she was doing.

He went back onto his room and collapsed onto the bed, snuggling against the soft sheets. Sure, this was the only thing comfy in on the bed, but oh boy, would that change in a few days.

He was disturbed a few hours later when a knock sounded on his door. Rose stood there, leaning against the doorframe, yawning.

"He's done. You wanna see him?"

"Yes."

Rose led him into the lab where she had her part time job, where the blond was sleeping in a cage. He was curled up, but loose enough so that you could see his hands.

On his back were pure white wings, pressed close to his skin. 'Probably freezing,' Commander thought. The boy had gained a long, black and white tail. On his fist, though, were claws almost the length of his fingers perched on his knuckles.

"Those claws are retractable, so he can only hurt things when they're out," Rose said. "What exactly are you going to do with him anyways?"

"Simple. He'd be an interesting addition to the army, and I'm getting lonely."

"…"

Rose crouched next to the cage and opened it. The boy inside cringed and began kicking his legs towards her hand, scooting himself farther away. The girl sighed and backed away, motioning to the Commander.

"Sir, you get to try. The first thing I want to try is how his reflexes are working, and that requires getting close to him. I am the only person here able to make Chimeras, and we can always just repair anything he tries to break on you, so…"

Commander had already crawled in there, so that the new chimera was now trapped by mechanical wings and the actual body of the first chimera.

"Come here."

The boy shook his head, now sitting up and fully awake, and backed away as far as he could go. Commander went a bit closer and reached a hand out. The boy growled and clenched his fists. The claws were fully visible now and slid out until you could see the skin stretching.

"Claws, check," Rose said, smiling.

Commander retracted his hand and the boy's hands relaxed, the claws disappearing entirely.

"I promise I won't hurt you this time."

The boy gave a small growl, and his tail swished violently.

"Tail, check… now how are you going to do his wings?"

Leoandre came in at this moment and held her snickers as it happened.

Commander practically lunged for the boy, gripping him in a tight hug. The boy gasped and his wings began flapping wildly, causing a large amount of wind.

"Wings, CHECK!" Rose shouted over the wind. She held her arms over her hair, while her twin sister was watching, a bit of drool coming out of her mouth.

The blond stopped and his wings drooped, tired as heck. Commander loosened his grip and looked at the tired boy. The boy was crying, tears getting the bandage wet.

"C-Claus…"

Commander quickly silenced him by pressing his finger against the boys lips before giving the boy a few small pats on the head. The boy slammed his head against the Commander's chest, only injuring himself on the mechanical collarbone on the inside. A warm hand kept the boy in the position.

"Shh. Everything's going to be okay…"

'Lies…' Leoandre's voice said. 'I may think this is adorable and all, but he's going to be hurting for a while.'

'And not physically,' Rose chimed in.

'Have fun…'

The twins left, leaving the sobbing boy and Commander alone.

AAAAAAAllllllrighty then.

Leoandre- why do I have a weird name?

Because I wanted you to!

Commander- please tell me Leoandre wasn't being creepy again.

I don't think you want to know…

Isis- I'M WIDE A TACO!

Rose- why am I related to you people?

Isis, Leoandre- :D