Well, it's about time I introduce the remaining six members of Dragon Squad, and for that, I need to dip into another great series from the creators of Total Drama. And I have great ideas for them. Similar to the first story of my Danganronpa Trilogy, this isn't based on anything in particular, and is focused mainly on slice of life. Disclaimer: I don't own Total Drama or 6teen.

Chapter 1: Blitzkrieg

On the outskirts of Boston, Massachusetts, near the Iroquois Nation, was a large cave. The remnants of native paintings were just visible under the more modern day graffiti, but even more visible were the almost alien-like designs on the back wall, centering on a small, spherical depression. Martin and his newly expanded Dragon Squad, having just arrived in several moving vans, approached this wall. "All right," Martin said, "This is it." He walked over and touched the wall. "Ancient Precursor sites like this have housed the Archives ever since the first Dragonblaze. This one has been used a total of three times, first with George Washington, then with Wreathed in Flame, and finally William Ryans."

"My granddad," Leshawna mused. Duncan looked over the wall. "How are we getting in?" "You remember those crystal spheres I handed you?," Martin said, bringing out his. His pressed his finger against the top of it, letting it expand to a size that would fit the depression in the wall. As he placed the crystal sphere into the hole, he said, "Every member of the Order has one of these to access the Archives at their leisure, whether to upkeep the interior or simply to learn more about our history." As he spoke the wall moved up, revealing it to be a kind of door. "I get it," Geoff said, "They're kinda like keys."

"That's a basic term for their function," Martin said, nodding, "Ahriman's primary purpose during the reign of the precursors was something like a locksmith. He had many hundreds of thousands of these keys made." The team walked inside the vast cavern, brightly lit and teaming with a number of ancient relics, as well as several portraits along the walls, each depicting former members of Dragon Squad. Martin looked around and said, "Start packing up." Bridgette, Trent, Cody, and several others who had flight capabilities started going through the cave picking up several items and taking them out to the vans.

Meanwhile, Noah walked to a giant energy door in the back. "What's this for?," he asked. "That's a prison cell," Martin said, "Inside is a war criminal responsible for halting a number of projects meant to preserve the planet against a solar flare, simply because the war cost her the life of her husband. It didn't matter that the flare would kill her people as well as the humans, she hated the entire species. If not for Ahriman, there would be no life on this planet right now." He called out to Bridgette. "Be sure to remove those energy units from the consoles! They'll make sure the cell stays closed!" "Got it!," Bridgette replied, and pulled out the unit closest to her position.

Finally, after about an hour of work, the full five-thousand years worth of history was loaded into the vans. "So Boss-man," Geoff said, "Where are we talking this stuff?" "Montreal," Martin replied, "There's a precursor site there just a few miles north of the Galleria Mall. That reminds me, we'll be using some of our remaining money to get ourselves apartments, but to maintain them, we'll need part-time jobs." "That shouldn't be an issue," Gwen said, "I hear the Galleria Mall has hundreds of stores willing to take in part-timer, even teenage ones."


A few days later, the team had been settled into their various apartments and had fully moved the contents of the archives to the new precursor site, this one being an energy conduit that, according to Martin, was instrumental in preventing the entire Earth from undergoing genocide due to the solar flare. Now the team was undergoing interviews for various shops and restaurants throughout the Galleria Mall. Martin was using a small portion of the remaining money to open a brand new restaurant, while several of his teammates got clothing, gaming, and other types of stores.

As for Noah, he got selected to reopen an old restaurant that was closed down due to health concerns. After Noah cleaned the place up, he set out getting applications for new employees. Soon enough a young man his own age, wearing a t-shirt, jeans, and beanie skated up to the place. "I thought the mall had a 'no-skating' rule," Noah said sarcastically, a wide grin on his face. "Never did like that rule," the man said, though he clearly got the sarcasm, "Anyway, I'm here to apply for the position of head cook at this establishment." "I see," Noah said, "Your name please."

"Jude Lizowski," the man said. "And what experience do you have in cooking, Mr. Lizowski?," Noah asked. "Well actually," Jude replied, "I used to work here, before it got closed down due to health violations. In hindsight, I really should have made an effort to pick up what I thought was slack on behalf of the cleaning man. But before that happened, I was pretty well known as an excellent maker of stick-its. I have references all across the mall." He paused. "Just... Don't bring up the end of my career." Noah grinned as he rolled his eyes. "Well, lucky for you, you'll have to worry about cleaning yourself should you get the job. Though if you're as good as you claim, that position may just be secure. So far no one else has been up to working here."

"Their loss," Jude said, "Even before I worked here, this was one of the best restaurants in the food court." After Noah double-checked with Jude's references, he gave him the good news. "Just make sure to keep your hygiene up, and keep the food nice and hot for the customers," Noah said, "I'll handle the rest of the cleaning, as well as our finances." "Can you really handle the money situation?," Jude asked, "I'm not that smart a guy, but I was able to handle finances just fine. And the whole time I was failing economics class." Noah shrugged. "I wouldn't call you stupid, Jude. More... Unattentive. Some of your friends around the mall stated that you are a genius, but you lack focus. That's where I come in."


After about a week, it became clear that Noah had made a good choice. By having Jude focus only cooking and keeping himself clean, it wasn't long before the rest of the mall noticed Stick It was open for business once again. Soon enough one of Jude's friends, an African-American with shaggy hair, came up to the restaurant. "Yo, Wyatt," Jude said, "Great to see the place open again, right?" "You bet," Wyatt replied, "I never thought I'd get to try the food here ever again." "You can thank the new manager," Jude said, and he turned to the back of the shop, "Hey, Noah. Come meet a friend of mine."

Noah stepped out, having finished mopping. "Wyatt," Jude said, "This is Noah Weyard, the new manager here. Noah, this is my good friend Wyatt Williams." "We've met," Noah said, "Twice now. Second time was when I was checking with your references." "When was the first?," Jude asked. "When I was visited by an old friend of mine," Wyatt said, "Duncan Wainwright. Noah was among the people he brought with him. But that's for later." Just then, a sudden explosion was heard elsewhere in the mall. Noah turned his head in the direction of the explosion, and when he looked back, he could make out Martin from across the food court signaling him. "Jude," Noah said, "You might want to close down the stand for now, for everyone's safety."

He hurried out the back of the restaurant and got into his hero uniform. It wasn't long before the rest of Dragon Squad met up near the retail section. There they spotted a massive drill machine. Out of which stepped someone very familiar to Martin. "Sediment? I thought your parole was denied." "Oh, it was," the man known as Sediment responded, "But when I was placed back in my cell, one of the guards made the mistake of leaving me my... Spoon!" As he said this last word, he held up a metal spoon dramatically, causing the others to look at him sheepishly. After which Sediment cleared his throat. "Anyway, I intended to rob the city's bank, but somehow I got the coordinates wrong. Should have spent some time calibrating this hunk of junk."

He kicked the drill machine, which was then lifted into the air via a sudden tornado. "One rule about this mall I will agree with," said a familiar voice, "You shouldn't leave trash lying about." Noah turned his head to see Jude standing nearby, now without his beanie and wearing a super suit of his own. "Jude?!," Noah said in shock, "You're a meta-human too?!" "Oh, hey boss," Jude said, "One second." Jude concentrated, sending the drill machine back down its hole. Seeing this, Martin simply said, "Owen, if you would." Owen rubbed his hands, then made a few gestures, causing the ground around the hole to fille up instantly.

"Uh...," Sediment said, "Where did you get these new team members?" "Well most of them I found on a reality show, of all things," Martin admitted, "Though the guy who just disposed of your drill machine is kinda new." Sediment sighed. "Alright, let's at least get this fight over with before you inevitably take me back to jail. I gotta have some fun..." He got out a giant drill weapon and ran straight for Martin. However, Leshawna stepped in, increased her density, and took the brunt of the attack. Before long, the drill broke. Sediment gulped as Bridgette, Duncan, Harold, and Tyler all surrounded him.

As the sudden beatdown commenced, Noah walked over to Jude. "So... How long have you had these wind powers?" "Not sure," Jude admitted, "One day I took a big yawn after waking up, and suddenly my things are all over the place. After I learned to control my powers, I decided it would be awesome to be a superhero. So now I call myself Blitzkrieg. Which is ironic since the word is German and my family has Polish ancestry." Noah grinned and shook his head. "Well, at least it'll be easier running the stand this way. If one of use has to take care of a crisis, we can both go and simply close the stand temporarily." Jude smiled. "Awesome!"


The night, Jude was officially inducted into Dragon Squad. "Your soul holds the power of dragons," Martin said, "The same as the rest of us. Now we have our Dragon of Wind. With Fire, Mineral, Noise, Ice, Matter, Light, Water, Strength, Metal, Destruction, Sight, Skill, Mind, Energy, Nature, Lightning, Darkness, Wind, Beast, Movement, Earth, Spirit, Stone, Quake, Machine, Power, and Math at our disposal, this team needs only five more members before it is complete. We are fortunate to have you Jude." "And it is a real honor to be chosen for the most radical of hero teams," Jude replied, "Strong as my powers may be, I never thought I'd get this chance."

Martin nodded. "And soon others will share in your honor. And let us all remember the heroes' primary creed... That is better for us to exist and not be needed, than for us to needed and not exist. Now, since the ceremony is done, I need to get back and start looking for new employees." "If you want," Jude said, "I can recommend someone who would be more than willing for that part. He's been fired from just about every other facility in the mall, but his skill set is not in question. It's his work ethic you've gotta be worried about." Martin rubbed his chin. "Go on."

To be continued...

Nice little lead-up to the next chapter. Yeah, fans of 6teen will know exactly who I'm referring to. This should be good... Read and review.