An: I dedicate this fanfiction to Aurora-Kayd. The first one to remind me that I wanted to make a fanfiction of Warchild and Burndrive, so badly. Thanks bunches!

Disclaimer: I do not own Warchild or Burndrive. If I did, I would be writing a lot more of them. I love the striviirc-na!

Each breath we take is ripped from the lungs of another.

Each word we use eternally mutes the voice of another.

Each sight we see stabs the eyes of another.

Each touch we feel numbs the body of another.

Each drink we have dries the throat of another.

Each bite we chew starves the belly of another.

Each cold word we drop burns the soul of another.

Each warmth we shred freezes the mind of another.

Each killer we save stops the heart of another.

Each life we destroy murders the memories, love, spirit and being of another.

This cycle of pain and sorrow can never be broken;

Until we enrich our lives and take the path of improvement.

The path to find our-

NA.

"Won't you play for the crew?"

Ryan looked up to find Evan standing over him. He greeted him with a nod as the blond sat one step above him. Ryan went back to playing some soft cords on his guitar. He loved his guitar. It's purpose was so simple and yet so complex. So much like real life it was infuriating. But the guitar never made him mad. Instead, it calmed him and enabled him to think clearly. Like his own personal drug.

"So, how about it? I'm sure it'll get plenty of the girls to want some action from you." Evan laughed at his own joke. He took a long drag from his cigarette. Ryan watched him with a raised eyebrow and a small smile on his lips. It took Evan a few moments to realize he was being watched. He stared back with a look of curiosity. He had noticed a few shifts back that Ryan was acting a little strange. He was a lot quieter then he normally was and had been out of the crews' eyes more often. Evan was beginning to wonder what would make Ryan so quiet. Now would be a good time to ask him about it, but it just wasn't in Evan's personality to choose the right moments to do things. "How about the guys then? Eh?" Evan smiled. He put on his most seductive attitude and leaned in on Ryan. He went straight for Ryan's right ear. He nipped at it once before whispering, "Or have you only got a thing for Sid?"

Evan pulled away quickly to get the look on Ryan's face. He never got the chance, however. The alarm went off at that moment to signal that they were under attack. Evan stood up while dropping his half burned cigarette. He was on the next flight before he thought to tell Ryan anything whom of which was one his feet with his guitar in hand. Evan looked down and said through the stairs, "Just go straight to your father's room. We can't have you injured now." With that, he continued to run to his post. Ryan glared after Evan for a few moments before realizing that was exactly what he should do. It made him realize even more how useless he was on a battleship. There wasn't much that he could do here.

The dyed blond started up the stairs after Evan. He lunged forward as there was a huge jerk(-cough-Sanchez-cough-) of the ship. 'The pirates are boarding.' was Ryan's first thought. Almost immediately after it, he could hear the sound of gun shots, yelling and loud, stomping foot steps. They were coming from the Jetdeck. Ryan couldn't help himself from going down to the deck. He wanted desperately to be of some help to the crew. He made it to the second to last step before a face, followed by a body, showed up in front of him. He could see that he wasn't one of his father's crew. The person's outfit alone was a dead give away. He had brown hair with a narrow face. The pirate noticed him right away and had his gun hand on it's way to firing position.

Ryan did the first thing he could think of. He lifted up his beloved guitar like it was a baseball bat and swung with all his might at the face of the intruder. Crack! The wood in the guitar splintered to hundreds of little pieces, some lodging themselves into the flesh of the pirate. A screech like un-oiled brakes being slammed on came forth from the now mangled face of Ryan's enemy. The gun clattered to the ground as he grabbed at his face and stepping backwards. Ryan could hear that there were a lot more coming to help their friend now. He had let go of what was left of his guitar after he hit the screaming invader. He scooped for the gun. He got three fingers from his left hand around it. A boot came crashing down on his hand. He could tell that two were broken on impact. He glanced up to see that his second attacker was covered from head to toe in red armor. He tried removing the foot or his hand from the gun quickly enough to try and protect himself, but the owner of the foot was having none of that. The black boot went flying into Ryan's chest. The kick sent Ryan flying a few steps upward. Ryan gasped, trying to regain his lost breath. He could see that there was at least three other pirates behind the red one. The red pirate started forward after him.

His leg lashed out as if on it's own accord. It slammed into the red pirate hard enough to knock him backwards. He was pushed into the ones behind him and they all fell to the ground. It wouldn't take them long to get back up and Ryan wasn't wasting anytime he could get. He bolted up the steps faster than he ever thought he could. His heart was pounding in his chest. Yelling rose up behind him along with the sound of rushing steps ahead of him on maindeck(1.). Ryan exited the stairway at high speeds. There were two Jets a few feet from Ryan, who paused at the sight of the captain's son running up from the stairway. "Azarcon!" The one on the right exclaimed just as the red pirate came out of the stairway.

The name made the pirates pause. Would they be able to capture Cairo? On his own ship? The group of slavers glanced around them only to be fired upon by the two jets who quickly grasped the situation. The jet on the left motioned for Ryan to go behind them while still firing his gun at the now retreating pirates. They wouldn't be retreating for long and the jets knew that. They had to get Ryan out of the way or else the captain would get angry...Or worse. The jets started to back up as they paused in firing. The black haired jet on the right prayed that the enemy didn't connect the name "Azarcon" with the one they were protecting behind them. She knew very well that it would be her fault if they did.

It was very unfortunate for her because the next time the red pirate stuck his head out for a glance of where they were, he saw how they were trying to hide the one they had found in the staircase. They wouldn't be able to get the captain, but they would be able to get the son. He knew that taking the son would be worse for the boy's father then just capturing him. The jets fired at the pirate, trying to hit him, but he had already pulled his head back before the first pulse was able to hit him. The male on the left was already calling for back up on his tags.

Ryan wanted to help. Wanted to show that he could do something other than use up air. He paused behind the two jets, hoping there was something he could do without a gun or a guitar. The girl noticed first. "What the hell do you think you are doing?" She whispered angrily at him. "Get out of here. Don't bother trying to help. We're too out numbered."(2.)

The captain's son would have answered. A sharp blow to his neck stopped him. His mind was gone before he hit the ground. While the jets and Ryan were focused on the group in the stairway, they did not hear another group coming up behind them from the lev. The red armored pirate, better known as Pirate James Warrick, captain of the Zenyuki who's symbol of a diamond, had ordered the group in his direction. The jets had no time to react. They were surrounded and already getting hit. The male's call for back up ended in mid sentence. Four stuns to the back can do that to someone. The female was hit five times. Two from the back and three in the front. The pirates in the stairway had come out. She was able to get one shot in before she passed out. She wished with all her might that she hit at least a part of her target.

AN: (1)I have no idea if it really is the maindeck right now. I'm rereading the first book(I read it way back in 8th grade) and then I'm going to reread the second book. I haven't been able to get my hands on the third book yet. I'm hoping to soon. I'll be making it up as I go until then.

(2)I know Jets are a very hardy bunch that wouldn't really say that, but for the purpose of the fanficiton, they shall.

OK. It is just the start and I rushed it a bit at the end, but I have it posted now! I'm already starting on chapter two and hopefully I'll get to the point of having a chapter already done before I have to post again. I'll be making sure to post every month. If it's not this fanfiction, it'll be another one. Yes, I know, I made up characters and repeated many things. I'm working on it. Also, I've labeled this M for mature, just in case. There are a few situations in my mind that I want to place down that is not meant for children.