Prologue:

Author's Note:

I thought long and hard about what to say for this author's note. Should I say something? Do I need to say something? I probably should… so here it is. The sequel you've all been waiting for: Tedium part two, Sanguine. Now, I shouldn't have to say this, but those of you who picked up the story without any idea of what you're getting into, I would suggest reading Tedium first.

It's been a while since I've written for Jurassic World, though thoughts of this story never left my mind. I would just like to thank those who have been patient waiting for this story. And I would like to doubly thank those who went and read the two stories I had been working to finish before I started this one (I got a very good response to those stories). I have a story board up and ready to go, nothing's standing in my way, so it should be smooth sailing.

Now, before I begin this story, I would like to introduce a special guest. Many of you might've noticed him (if you read the reviews to my stories, or pay attention when I talk about him in my author's notes) and recognize him as a frequent reviewer. That's right, I found him… or he found me (the real me) and he convinced me to let him help write this intro. So, say hello to Dragon-God!

Right… hi everyone. I've actually known Vellichor for quite a while, but I didn't realize who it was writing all these magnificent stories until recently.

How did you figure out it was me again?

Oh, come on… you named one of your characters with your middle name. It wasn't that hard to figure out it was you. Plus… I saw you logging into your account on your phone a few weeks ago. After a brief confrontation, I was invited to come and help with this author's note!

Invited? You forced my hand… whatever. Why don't you give them a taste of what they're in for?

Taste? You only let me look at your story board… is it even in English?!

Not all of it.

Well there ya go folks, I'm just about as blind as you are. From what I could understand, we separate into several different story lines fairly quickly in this one. Is this one going to be as confusing as the last?

I doubt it. The story lines start out separate, but come back together and start to cross with each other very early on. Anyways, Dragon-God may or may not be coming back to help with other Author Notes, because apparently… I'm bad at them.

I didn't say that.

Well you implied it. Our story doesn't actually start where the last one left off. Instead, we start off a few days before the beginning of Tedium in a military base somewhere on the continental United States…

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How standeth the pawn before the king?

Alarms blared throughout the compound as soldiers rushed into position. Confusion ran rampant through the ranks of soldiers, no one had any idea what was going on. But they armed themselves diligently and prepared for the worst. All they knew was that the alarm was not a drill.

A contingency of ten soldiers waited by the door to the compound, guns trained on the entrance. They had locked down the building, but anyone stupid enough to attack a United States military base was tenacious enough not to be dissuaded by a locked door. Seconds ticked by, the soldiers never taking their sights off the door.

There were no other entrances to the compound, whoever, or whatever, was attacking would have to come through this door. Several of the soldiers began to sweat nervously, the alarms had stopped. None of them made any sounds as they waited for the all clear signal.

The compound was divided into two different sections. There were several floors above ground that were a simple, normal military base filled with soldiers, tanks, and aircraft… but below ground was a completely different story. Whatever was attacking was definitely aiming for the underground part of the facility, unless they were apprehended or killed in the fight above ground.

A shattered soul

There was a loud bang as a dent appeared in the door. The soldiers unclicked their safeties and took aim. Another dent appeared, then another, and another, before the door was blasted off its hinges. The soldiers immediately open fired into the doorway. The sounds of automatic weapons firing filled the air as each soldier emptied their clips before finally halting.

But there had been no screams of pain, no sounds of bullets dinging off metal walls, and no sounds of bodies hitting the floor. They hadn't just missed… it seemed as if their bullets had just vanished, not hitting even the walls of the compound. In their confusion, they didn't reload their weapons nor investigate, they just sat there wondering what had happened.

Two of the soldiers, realizing something was off, began to back up from the rest of the group. They managed to duck around a corner just as every single round the soldiers had fired came flying back at them at immense speeds, tearing them to shreds and killing all but the two who had backed off. Sounds of blood splattering against the walls and the screams of the dying penetrated the air, instilling an even greater fear within the surviving soldiers.

They let their empty clips fall from their guns before reloading new ones, preparing to stand their ground. One soldier, an older man with graying hair and a grizzled scar running down his face, turned to the other, younger, one, "You need to alert the commander! I don't know why the alarms stopped, but we're not out of the woods yet!"

The younger soldier nodded and ran off down one of the many halls, searching for his commanding officer. They would have to pack up and flee, whatever was attacking them couldn't be stopped by guns. The older soldier took a deep breath and peaked around the corner, gripping his weapon tightly.

His eyes widened when he saw a man in a gray suit step around the bodies, flanked by a girl with blonde hair and a very tall Native American man. Behind them was only a few other soldiers, dressed in all black. Mercenaries, the soldier thought to himself, taking another breath. He jumped out of cover and opened fire on the man in the gray suit. Whoever that man was… was the one leading the attack.

He fired until his gun clicked, signaling he was out of ammo. He lowered the weapon, expecting to see the man in the gray suit down on the ground, covered in bullet holes, but that was not the case. Instead, the blonde-haired girl had stretched her arm and halted his bullets in midair.

A broken mind

The man in the gray suit raised an eyebrow at the sight of the soldier. "Hmm… try not to break him too much, my dear. He did a very brave thing, standing up to us like that," he said with a smirk.

The girl returned that vicious grin and snapped her fingers, causing one of the bullets to turn around in the air. The soldier only had time to widen his eyes before that bullet became embedded in his skull, sending his deceased corpse to the ground with all the others. At least he managed to alert the commander, was the last thought to go through his head.

The man in the gray suit turned to address his army, "Spread out, search the compound. Remember, we're looking for an experimental wave generator known as Theta-X. Radio when you find it." The mercenaries saluted and began to walk down the many hallways leading deeper into the compound.

"Where are we going, sir?" the girl asked, letting out a breath as she let the rest of the bullets drop to the ground, bringing her arm back to her side.

"We're going to have a word with the commander," the man said, going down the one hallway none of the other mercenaries had gone down. The hallway the only soldier from before had escaped down.

A decayed heart

The mercenaries continued to split up into smaller and smaller groups as they searched for the storage rooms of the compound. None of them were exactly sure where the prototype was, but they would turn the entire compound upside down to find it. The compound stretched deep underground, two of the mercenaries made it about a half mile underground.

There were stairs everywhere, always leading down, dragging them further and further into the depths of the building. The two had figured that the most valuable items would be the deepest underground. But the hallway they were traveling through turned into a fork in the road.

The two looked at each other, shrugged, and split up even further. One of these hallways had to lead to the very deepest of the building. The man was becoming tired of the constant white color of the walls, it was all very bland. He rubbed his eyes tiredly, he had spent the last few days traveling to the compound only to not have to fire a single shot.

He had never even bothered to pull his weapon from his back, the girl had done all the hard work. They had just walked through the upper compound without a single scratch, nor firing a single shot. The girl just redirected their enemies' bullets right back at them. If he had known that he was just going to be searching for a prototype, he wouldn't have signed on. At least the pay was good.

At last, the mercenary came to a massive, steel door. The door wasn't locked, in fact, it couldn't even lock from the inside. The lock was on the outside. But it didn't matter, as the door wasn't even closed all the way. The mercenary raised an eyebrow and finally pulled the gun from his back. The door had been shut haphazardly, open just a small amount. He released the safety on his weapon, recognizing that someone must've just been here. They could still be inside, or coming back.

He nudged the door open with his foot and stepped into the room. The lights in the room were sparking, flashing on and off. The mercenary narrowed his eyes and flicked on his flashlight attachment as the lights sparked on and off again. Even when the lights were off, there was still a red glow from the machines and computers littering the room.

The room itself was strange, there were big tubes lining the walls and computers all over the place. It looked like something out of a science fiction movie. Most of the tubes were empty, but several had people floating inside. Cryogenic storage, the man recognized from the blue glow of the active tubes. He had thought this technology was too far off.

One of the tubes was open, however, which was the cause of the red glow. The mercenary walked over to the open tube to see the monitor attached to it flashing a warning alert. He stared at the alert in confusion, why was this tube open? What had been inside?

Whatever had happened here, the prototype wasn't here. The soldier snorted, he had wasted his time, and turned to head back to the surface. Hopefully his comrades had had more success. The lights sparked one last time before going out completely, leaving the mercenary with nothing but his flashlight and the red glow from the warnings on all the computers.

He walked briskly towards the door, the dead atmosphere of the room starting to get to him. Whatever happened here had happened recently, and he didn't want to stick around. Suddenly, something appeared in front of his sights, being illuminated by his flashlight. Surprised, the soldiers halted and fired a warning shot that whizzed right by the figure.

The figure raised his hands, screaming, "Woah, woah! Don't shoot!" The mercenary didn't fire again, but didn't lower his weapon. The figure was a man in a white lab coat, a researcher for the military base. The mercenary remembered his employer being firm about not killing any of the researchers, if they couldn't find the prototype, they would be able to help.

"We have to go… we have to go… we let it out," the researcher said, gulping and backing up towards the door.

"What happened here?" the mercenary asked, following the researcher towards the door. He was still getting weird vibes from the room, and he just wanted out.

The researcher shook his head, "No… we let it out… we need to lock it in here!" He panicked, backing even closer towards the door. The mercenary only let out a confused sound before something leapt from the shadows, grabbing the researcher, and dragging him back into the darkness.

The mercenary jumped backwards before flicking his gun in every direction, trying to spot the researcher again. Whatever had jumped him must've been in the tube, the man rationed, slowly making his way towards the door. His breathing became heavy, as his eyes darted all around, his flashlight doing its best to illuminate as much of the room as possible.

A scream drew his attention to his left. He heard low growling and scraping sounds along with the screaming. And he heard a voice, deep, but smooth, like velvet, "You should've let me sleep." A horrible cracking sound filled the air as the screams were silenced. The mercenary's own screams penetrated the silence as he fired a few rounds in the direction he heard the snapping coming from.

Then nothing except his own breathing. Sweat dripped down into his eyes, but he did his best to ignore it as he kept sweeping the area with his gun, looking for whatever had taken the researcher. He didn't notice the glowing red eyes until it was too late.

It was free

Meanwhile, the man in the gray suit, plus company, made their way towards where they thought the commanding officer was stationed. They made it down the winding hallways, ignoring many of the twists and turns that lead to dead ends. They eventually made their way to a door, shut and locked tight.

The man in the gray suit sighed, "It seems we took a wrong turn. This might be what we're looking for, however." He waved his hand and the girl stepped forward. The girl extended her arm and closed her eyes. Dents began to appear on the steel before the door was blasted open.

The trio stepped into the room only for each and every person in the room to turn and look at them. "Nope, this isn't it either," the man in the gray suit sighed. The men in white lab coats began to panic and race to set off alarms, but they suddenly found themselves held into place, unable to move.

Their eyes turned glassy as the trio stepped slowly out of the room and began to backtrack. The researchers turned to each other when they regained the ability to move, questioning what had happened. They had suffered a loss of memory.

"I ripped a map from one of their minds," the girl said, the man in gray nodded. She took the lead, directing the trio through the maze-like hallways, searching for the commander's room. They made it to yet another steel door, however this one was labeled. A large star was painted in green on the door, marking it as the commander's office.

The man in the gray suit opened the door slowly, knowing that it would be unlocked. He and his comrades stepped into the room, hoping to have a chat with the commanding officer, but the room seemed to be empty. At least at first glance. The girl raised her hand up to her mouth in shock as the man in the gray suit took a step backwards, though the tall man showed no reaction to what had happened.

There was a severed head laying on the commander's desk. Body parts had been tossed haphazardly around the rather large room, a leg in one corner and an arm in another. A sharp gasp drew the trio's attention from the eviscerated soldier towards the desk. The man in the gray suit walked over to the desk and saw a soldier laying against the back way, bleeding heavily from the chest.

"You… you're the ones raiding this compound," the soldier managed to gasp out, groaning and clutching his wound harder.

"Yes," the man in the gray suit answered simply, "We need to speak to the commanding officer."

The soldier managed to grin, despite his current state, "You're lookin' at him." He watched the surprise spread across the man's face before choking on blood. "It's too late, you're doomed."

The man in the gray suit's expression grew dark, "I believe that we can handle ourselves. Where is the prototype Theta-X?" Someone had gotten here first and slaughtered a soldier and the commander. The man realized that he needed to get what he wanted and get out.

The commander only grinned, "Doomed…" before collapsing against the wall. The man growled and stood up and walked back to his comrades.

"I got it," the girl said, taking the lead once more. The man sighed, nothing was ever easy. The trio walked out of the commander's office, more than a bit disappointed that they were unable to rectify their current situation. The girl halted in her step, causing the others to halt as well. The man raised an eyebrow as she turned around and said, "One of them found it."

The man nodded and said, "Back to the rendezvous point, then." He took the lead back and changed direction towards the door they had came through.

The void that consumes all

The trio made it closer and closer to the exit before they were stopped by one of their own mercenaries. "Stop!" the mercenary shouted, "Don't go that way!" As he spoke those words, the lights went off, before coming back on red. The compound had entered a state of emergency.

"What are you talking about? That's the only way out," the man in the gray suit said calmly, ignoring the man's panic.

"There's something… something… out there," the man sobbed, collapsing to his knees. The girl raised an eyebrow as the man approached the mercenary. She and the tall Native American man followed closely behind.

Her eyes widened when she saw what had happened to him. Bones jutted out at wrong angles, she could see one of his ribs. One of his entire arms had been torn off, blood dripping onto the floor loudly, so loudly she wondered why she hadn't heard it before. His jaw had been offset, as if something had hit him very, very hard.

He grabbed ahold of the man in the gray suit, despite being on his knees and only reaching the man's waist. Red stained the man's perfect suit, causing him to grimace, as the downed mercenary kept trembling and stuttering. The girl turned her attention from the man and towards the hallway that lead to the exit.

She closed her eyes and opened her ears, willing her hearing to become more powerful. She couldn't hear anything nor could she sense anything. Whatever had done this to the man was no longer there. "Calm down, what's out there," the man in the gray suit said. He looked over at the blonde girl, but she only shook her head. She had no idea what the man was muttering about.

"We found the prototype… we were all there waiting for you. Then… something showed up, killing all of us. I-I-I'm all that's left, sir," the man managed to choke out. Blood seeped from his mouth, causing the girl to make a retching sound, though she did not throw up.

The man turned to the girl with a questioning look on his face. She only shook her head, "I don't sense anything, if he's telling the truth, we need to leave before it comes back." The man nodded in confirmation, rounding the corner with the girl and the tall man close behind him. They left the mercenary behind, he was already too far gone to save. He died only a few minutes later.

Bleed from the wound

It was as if they had stepped into a horror movie. Crimson stained the walls as bodies were piled on the ground. There were the soldiers the girl had killed before, but now the mercenaries that the man had brought with him joined the soldiers in death. Their necks had been bent at odd angles, some with holes punched through their chests, many with missing limbs. Bullet casings littered the ground, as if the mercenaries had put up a fight, but whatever they were fighting was too much for them.

The man at first thought it had been a group of soldiers that had done this, but none of the wounds on their bodies looked as if a gun had done it. That… and there was a young man holding one of the mercenaries up against the wall by his neck. The young man was shirtless, though he did wear a pair of jeans, and his bare chest was covered in blood. He had been killing the mercenaries with only his two hands.

The man glared at this super soldier, trying to figure out who he was. The shirtless soldier turned to glance at the man with ravenous red eyes. A toothy grin spread across his face as he snapped the neck of the mercenary he was holding against the wall and stepped away, letting the corpse fall to the ground.

The shirtless soldier turned to face the man in the gray suit fully, "So… you're the one attacking the compound. I must thank you for that, otherwise they would've never seen fit to free me." His voice was a deep baritone, almost like a low hiss.

The man in the gray suit didn't respond to him, but turned to the girl and said simply, "Kill him." The girl nodded, stepping forward to face the shirtless man. The man in question only raised an eyebrow, smirking wider when the girl raised her hand towards him.

His eyes widened when he realized what the girl was trying to do. A look of concentration firmly on her face, she tried to make him collapse with her mind. But… something was off. It wasn't working. She was calling on her power, but it didn't seem to be doing anything to him. So she tried something else, willing him to fly backwards with telekinesis.

The man burst out laughing when nothing continued to happened. Her eyes popped open as she regarded the laughing man. His laugh was sinister and cruel, mocking her for failing. She grimaced and this time called upon a different power. Flames flew from her fingertips, washing over the man and lighting the other corpses on fire.

Fall from the light

But the laughter never ceased. The man completely ignored the fire surrounding him, only laughing harder and harder as she tried to burn him to a crisp. And yet, nothing worked. Eventually, he grew tired of standing in the flames and pounced on her, grabbing her arm and forcing to stop her attack. His other hand grasped at her neck before he turned and slammed her into the wall.

A dent appeared from the impact and she went limp in his arms. He didn't have time to finish her, however, as the tall Native American man stepped towards him with a fist raised to strike him. The shirtless soldier dropped the girl and spun around just in time to catch the tall man's fist. The soldier bared his teeth as he pulled the tall man down on his level and struck him with all his might.

The tall man's head snapped backwards from the impact, his expression finally changing from the neutral mask to one of surprise as he flew backwards from the force of the blow. He slammed against one of the walls, but quickly righted himself. The soldier let out a feral roar and launched himself at the tall man.

The Native American man attempted to punch him again, as he did not carry a firearm, but the soldier only redirected the punch with two fingers, before striking him on the shoulder with only his fingers. The tall man's arm went limp; the strike had paralyzed him. He tried to strike the soldier again, but the shirtless man only ducked under the punch, grabbed his arm, and poked him again with two fingers, turning that arm limp as well.

He grabbed the tall man by the neck and slammed him against the steel wall, causing a loud dinging sound. He then dropped the tall man to the ground, having knocked him unconscious and then turned to face the man in the gray suit.

The man in the gray suit was helping the girl up from the ground. She had not been knocked out like the tall man had been, but her head was spinning from the impact. "I can't sense him… it's like he's not even there," the girl whispered into the man's ear as he helped her up.

"So he's a psychic as well?" the man whispered back. He glanced over at the shirtless soldier, he didn't have a scratch on him. Despite his mercenaries undoubtedly firing at him and his encounter with the tall man, he was completely unharmed. And the soldier wasn't built like a tank either, he was well-muscled, but lean. How could he be so fast and strong?

"I don't think so…" the girl whispered when she made it to her feet. She clutched her head as she wobbled slightly, but didn't fall back down. "I don't sense anything coming from him, it's like he doesn't even exist. And when he touched me… I felt… cold."

The shirtless soldier stared at the man in the gray suit, grin firmly entrenched on his face. The girl stepped forward, intent on trying to fight again, but the man only waved her off. "Who are you?" the man in the gray suit said, approaching the soldier, no matter how loudly his instincts screamed to stay away.

Lost the forest through the trees

The soldier parted his jaws and began to laugh once again, a soul piercing, hollow sound. He threw his head back as his laughter only grew in volume, beginning to lose structure and become insanity itself. Until he suddenly ceased laughing and let out a deep breath. Looking back at the man in the gray suit, eyes blazing, he cracked his neck and stepped closer to the man, noticing how much taller he was than the intruder.

"I am what's left… or perhaps I'm all that ever was," was all the soldier said. The man only growled in frustration, the soldier had refused to answer the question. "You allowed me to be freed, so I must truly thank you… for that, I shall spare you your lives and allow you to walk free with what you came for," he continued, walking away from the man and reaching down into the pockets of one of the fallen mercenaries. He pulled out a small box labeled as Theta-X and presented it to the man.

"I know what prey you hunt with a weapon such as this, and will warn you of his fury. And I will even present you with a gift, such that our parting doesn't leave hatred lingering in your hearts," the soldier claimed, pulling another box labeled Delta-X out of his own pocket.

The strength sapped from the bones

The man in the gray suit turned the box over, pondering what to do with it, "I don't understand… why would you help us?" He looked at the soldier to be met with the soldier's seriousness, a frown firmly in place.

"I know what you are, what we all are. We are what's left in the wake of that thing. We are incomplete, we are hollow, a void wishing to be filled. If this is what it takes to plug that hole, then I shall gladly surrender it to you," the soldier all but whispered.

And the void devours all

The man in the gray suit accepted the offering as he watched the shirtless soldier walk away deeper into the compound. He was not finished with the soldiers and researchers stationed here. When the soldier was gone, the man looked down at the box, realizing what he could do with it. How he could make his weapon even stronger. He let a smirk break through his mask, "I guess we have a weapon to build."

Saber!

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Crimson eyes snapped open to regard the world once more. The eyes flicked back and forth, searching for the one who had awakened her. Letting out a sigh when they found nothing, she remembered where she was. She was home, in her paddock, curled around her hatchlings. She lifted her head slightly to check on each one, letting out another sigh when they didn't even shift in their sleep.

You were having a nightmare again.

It suddenly crashed back into her. The nightmares again. They had persisted over the past year since the death of Dr. Freeman, but they had never been as vivid than this one. She shook her head carefully, not wanting to wake her hatchlings, trying to forget the dream. She had no idea what it meant, but she knew it meant nothing good. Nightmares never meant anything good.

The dreams had gotten so bad that Dr. Freeman had to resort to waking her up in the middle of the night to free her from her misery and prevent her from thrashing in her sleep. "Thank you," she hissed softly, knowing that he could hear her from within her own mind. They had become one after he had died, but his presence was felt less and less as the days went on. She wasn't sure if it was on purpose, or if he was fading from even her own mind.

She looked up at the starry sky, trying to will herself to fall asleep again. She knew that sleep would not come easily, she almost never made it back to the land of dreams after a nightmare. There was nothing she could do about it, but think of happy thoughts. Tomorrow would be the day she would get to reveal her hatchlings to the world.

A smile stretched across her lips as she let that thought consume her, banishing the nightmares into her subconscious. Jurassic World had been very careful about her hatchlings, knowing that they would be unable to do anything against her will. She didn't want the world to know of them, at first, but Owen had managed to convince her that it would bring more people to her paddock. And that was a good thing, for reasons she could barely comprehend.

She had been moved into a bigger paddock, but it was harder to maintain than her previous ones, so Jurassic World required more money to keep the paddock in good condition, which meant she needed more people to come and see her. And her hatchlings would hopefully raise the number of people exponentially.

She had been very careful with her children, not letting anyone from Jurassic World touch them, except for Sam. Sam had become the chief geneticist and took personal responsibility over her hatchlings in the place of Wu… father. She would only let Sam check on her children, as she was a wereraptor, much like Owen, and could actually understand her and her hatchlings. The hatchlings rarely spoke, but would voice their discontent if they were being hurt, and she believed that a normal vet would be blind to their pain. Sam was not.

Sam also knew exactly what she would do to her if she injured, or worse, one of her hatchlings. A normal vet could only imagine, but Sam could hear the words right from her mouth. But she was careful, and thus never experienced the most painful death imaginable. And she liked Sam, she was kind. And was good at chess.

She let out another deep sigh. That was the one real thing she missed about Dr. Freeman, he was a real challenge. It was selfish, almost, for that to be what she missed most, she knew that. But she could hear his voice in her mind, she could feel his presence when he took an ethereal form, and she could still smell his scent all over the only thing that came with her to the new paddock. Dr. Freeman's desk still survived in the new viewing room.

But she knew that Dr. Freeman's death was not the only one to send ripples across the island. Dracul had died too and Blue lost her entire family. She lifted her head to gaze at the lone raptor. Blue always slept a few feet away from her and her hatchlings, curled up alone, no matter how cold it was. The light had died in the Raptor's eyes, there was no bounce in her step, and she only regarded Owen as Alpha, nothing more, nothing less.

Blue was a lost cause, there was nothing anyone could do to cheer her up. She had lost not one, not two, but all three of her sisters. And although she gained a friend in the form of Owen, she was still empty inside. A void that could not be filled.

But that didn't mean she couldn't be happy. She remembered, a year ago, when Mary… Dr. Freeman promptly informed her that her real name was Marie, had asked if she was truly happy. And she had been unable to answer. But now… now she knew for certain that she was happy. She had a huge paddock and three hatchlings to call her own. She wouldn't trade this for her freedom, no matter how badly she had wanted it before. She was content.

Her eyelids began to droop as she felt slumber take her. Tomorrow was not a day to be dreaded, it was a day to be celebrated. She should be proud of her hatchlings, not afraid for their sakes. She should want to show them to the world. Then perhaps they would get real names. And as her eyes shut for the night, there was a brief flash in her mind, the remnants of her nightmare, before it was silenced forever.

The pyre on which the world shall burn

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And there you have it! Our prologue, our opening chapter. I know, not a lot of Owen and Sam… not even a lot of Dr. Freeman and Saber. But we are introduced to our main villain… well, sort of. We get to see his freedom and his massacre of the facility that held him captive for who knows how long. It shouldn't be too hard to place the invaders as King, Marie, and the tall Native American man, obviously searching for those last few parts to make the AEDs in Tedium. And so… I ask once again for names! This time for three of them! Two female and one male for each of Saber's hatchlings. I've already gotten a few that are pretty good, but I want to give as many people a chance as possible. As they will be an important part of this story. Next chapter we get to see Owen and Sam, plus more Saber! Stay tuned to see how that turns out!