Author's Note: I've edited this from the original..well..most parts are edited. And beware, my fan fiction is quite long.

Part 1

Chapter 1

The tavern was so silent you could hear a pin drop. Boredom filled Mahad's head he even started dozing off, but Lena would nudge him to keep him up. Dahlia was just staking up cards with Cheng. The day was so hot no-one could handle the heat. Cortes himself banned even going on minor flights. The heat was so burning the tavern itself felt like an oven. Flies would soon buzz around your head.
The waitress was walking around with multiple bottles - few empty, others full- on her tray, and then soon walked up to Cortes.
"We are losing water due to this heat, we need more," she began.

He stood before her, "It is too dangerous in this heat, we will have to wait for tomorrow."

"But-"

"Be gone, it is to hot to argue. We will figure out a way. If we run out of a couple more litres report back."

"Yes sir." She walked off.

Cortes sighed and sat back down, lifting his feet on an empty seat, and sighed once more, wiping his hand across his forehead. Mahad turned over to look for Wayan. Where was he?

"Cortes, have you seen Wayan?" He asked.

"He's up in the lighthouse with Vector. Why?"

"Oh, just curious."

As soon as Mahad finished the sentence he grabbed his bottle to take a sip, but as soon as he put it to his mouth……oh snap! Finished.
Once again the waitress walked up to Cortes and had a sad appearance on her face, which caught not only Cortes's attention, but Mahad's and Dahlia's.

"What now?" Cortes asked.

"The Vector wants to see you; he says he has bad news to deliver to you." Then she nodded and walked off again. Cortes swapped glances with Mahad and Dahlia, then; "Lets go see."

The all walked through the heat, Dahlia would offer Mahad her bottle, but he refused to drink someone else's water. Once they reached the lighthouse, they saw Wayan and the Vector running in different directions. Then the Vector walked up the three and pointed to a chair and table. Cortes sat on the chair and Mahad and Dahlia sat next to each other on the table.
He began to speak, "we are in the worst drought yet. But I can't predict if there will be a weather change."

"Our water supplies are decreasing fast, does anyone have any ideas?" Dahlia asked Cortes.

"We have no choose but to search then," Cortes answered.

Mahad laughed. All but Vector turned and looked at him, he had then run off to a computer which was beeping, but after that multiple ones began to beep.

"What's so funny?" Wayan asked standing up and walking up to him.

"It's quite obvious," Mahad said throwing his right arm in the air.

"No, it isn't," Dahlia said.

"In case you haven't noticed, but we are in a drought."

"He does have a point Cortes," Wayan said.

Once again he sighed. "We must try. I don't know, maybe we will find water, or maybe he is right."
Mahad smiled, lifted his head and crossed his arms.

"Don't get too happy, Mahad. He did say maybe we will find water," Dahlia said.

He rested his arms on his lap.

"Wayan, alert groups 3 to 5 for emergency. Mahad, Dahlia, go search Cheng and Lena then meet back at the bay," Cortes ordered. "And Mahad when you get there, inform the waitress we are off to search for water."

"Commander, the heat is sure to send out those blasted pirates on search of water," Diwan pointed out.

"I'm pretty sure Diwan, always pointing out what's so obvious," Urie said.

"Shut your mouth child, or I will shut it myself."

"Enough you two. We have many important things to deal with," Oslo said, continuing to type on the computer, "not only is it happening to them, but to us. We're apparently losing water too, there is a leak in one of our tanks; a large one."

"Do you want me to alert the groups to search for water?" Diwan asked.

"Yes, Diwan. Go now. I must speak with Urie privately."

Urie look at Oslo confused while Diwan walked out of the room. Once again Oslo started typing on the computer. Urie stood there. Patiently waiting. What does he want that's keeping me waiting?! Urie took a step to leave the room. The Oslo grabbed his arm to stop him from walking away.

"I want you to go on a mission for me," Oslo said.

"What? Why?" Urie questioned.

"I want to test you."

"What do you mean by test me?"

"Meaning testing you skills," he said resuming to type on the computer.

"What is it? Because if it means finding does pirates, it's going to be harder than you think. And plus I have my own life to get own with," Urie bit.

"No. I want you to attract those pirates," Oslo said pointing at the screen showing a woman. She wasn't so old but looks really young for her age. Her profile said she was 35. Her brown hair was tied back. She had brown eyes and she had a fair tan.

Oslo began again, "In our reports. It says she has had relations with the rebels, and may have had a relationship with the leader-"

"I thought Marcus was with Mila, not Hi-"

"No. Cortes. He has. Last place she was seen was on our own blocks- Babylonia."

Oslo handed the picture of the lady to Urie.

"Where do you find information like this?" Urie asked in disgust, "I mean are you like, stalking people?"

"Be off. Don't waste anytime," Oslo ordered. Urie walked off still wandering if Oslo was that, well, obsessed with finding that seijen. Going through the personal lives of people. But how did he get the information in the first place?

"I hate these extremely hot days," Hanniko said, wiping her forehead with her hand.

"You're not they only one," Shoomdai replied.

"I wonder how much fun Mahad gets for being a rebel."

"Lucky."

They sat there for a couple more minutes in the shade of a tree. Then Hanniko spotted a small figure struggling to walk.

"Shoomdai, can you see what I see?"

"No." He stood up and ran across, Hanniko following. When they reached the figure they saw it was a woman, scratches on her face and arms. She limped as she walked. Her hair was tied but it was all messed up. She also struggled to breath. She lifted her face and stared at Hanniko and Shoomdai. She smiled but then fell instantly to the ground. They both ran up to her to help her up.

"Thank-you, you are too kind," they woman said.

"We help the ones who need it," Hanniko said.

"If I may ask, where can we buy ships? I need to leave this block immediately."

"I'm not sure. But I could sneak one for you," Shoomdai said.

"What do you mean by sneak?"

"Well, I work for them. There's a garage I normally work in, when I'm actually given assignments to work in it.

"You work for them?"

Shoomdai nodded.

"Please, do not tell them I was here."

"What is you name?" Hanniko asked turning her face from Shoomdai to the lady.

"Hilary."

"Head off you two. Cheng is going to send coordinates of where water can be found," Cortes said over the radio.

"Ok, we'll see you later then," Dahlia replied.

"Yeah, we got them."

"Where off to first?"

"Cool, there's one nearby Babylonia. We can go there first."

"Mahad, remember, I know you miss your friends but we're on a mission here."

"I never said I was going to land on the block."

"Good."

"But a quick trip won't hurt."

"Mahad." Dahlia said rolling her eyes.

"Joking."

"Better be. I mean could you get any more immature?"

"I can if you want me to."

"No, thanks."

Back on Puerto Angel…..

"Cortes. All fuel tanks are full. We are ready to leave."

"Good. Let's catch up with Mahad and Dahlia."

Hanniko had just given Hilary a new set of clothes. But due the heat all she could give was pants, t-shirt and a coat to cover her skin of burns and scratches incase of sun burns. She done her much more neat this time and you could really see her face this time.

"I don't know how to thank you."

"Just a decent thank you would be enough," Hanniko said taking a sip of her bottle.

"Why do you work for the Sphere but still help me?" She asked.

"The name is Shoomdai. See, I don't really work for them, I steal from them."

"Causing trouble for the Sphere, huh?"

"Yeah."

"Just like Mahad. Always wanting to cause trouble for them."

"Dahlia did complain it was like dealing with two Mahad's."

Hilary laughed.

"Oslo, this block is beautiful. Why was I never brought here?" Urie asked over the radio.

"Do not get distracted by its beauty. Find that woman. That is why we sent you there, okay?"

"Yes."

Urie landed upper Babylonia so he wouldn't be caught. It seemed to have more fog that any other part of the block. It was slightly warm but cold air was present. He once again went through the reports before parting to find the lady.

It took him a while for him to walk through the fog; it was quite thick. Just a little more patience then he would be there. But then a thought popped in his head. How am I meant to find her?!

Oslo never told him how, so he had to figure it out himself. Of course he didn't want to disappoint him. Maybe it was part of his training. But how?
He found a log at sat, once again going through the reports. It did say she was a powerful seijen. Then a memory struck him. When he was younger he had no power. Nothing. But one day he woke with seijen power. He didn't know how.

He continued to read the reports, trying to get the thought of having seijen powers out of his mind. Not much was said about her. It was one of those simple reports. Then it read she was an ex-Sphere Guardian. It didn't say why she was. Urie wasn't so eager to find out. So he sent off still thinking how to capture her. Maybe citizens on the block might have seen her.

Flying the Hyperion in the heat wouldn't be so fun. Now Mahad realized why Cortes had always banned all ships from flying. They manage to cross three blocks off the list. Only one had water. Sphere had gotten to the other two. "Just a couple more to go," Mahad would say to comfort himself. Dahlia kept silent most of the trip. Must have been the lack to talk in the heat.

Mahad's hands were burning from steering the ship. The heat became more intense now. Dahlia offered to fly the rest of the trip but Mahad complained saying, "I don't think a girl can fly the all-mighty Hyperion."

"Mahad, doesn't matter if the girl or boy can fly it. You're gonna burn your hands sooner of later."

"Not really. Just place your hands on it. It's not that hot anymore. In fact it was never hot. Who said I was complaining?"

But it wasn't true. The heat was intense even the seats were heating up.

"I think would contact Cortes and see if we can go back. Its way too hot to fly," Dahlia said after sometime.

"I know," Mahad replied turning the radio so Dahlia could talk with him.

"Cortes comes in," She began.

"Yes, Dahlia?" his voice came over the other side of the radio. Mahad turned his concentration and looked out of the side of the window. Babylonia. Dahlia had explained the plan to Cortes and gave them the report. He agreed. He had just picked up the water and it was more than enough.

"Meet back at Puerto Angel."

"Yes si-" Dahlia's sentence cut. Mahad was obviously not paying attention to the ship.

"Mahad!" Dahlia yelled over dropping the radio. He turned around to see a S22 patroller heading straight for them at high speed.

"Dahlia! Mahad!" Cortes yelled over the radio, "What is happening?"

It was too late for Mahad to turn so the patroller hit right on the Hyperion. Sending then down towards the block. Mahad tried to grab hold of the Hyperion, but all the engines did not cooperate.
Once they crash landed, the S22 patroller landed with an explosion. They were lucky not to have one and also lucky not to close to it. Mahad knew it was a brig in there. What king of human would purposely crash into the Hyperion? Something was going on.

"Argh, Dahlia are you okay?" Mahad asked rubbing his head and just a tint of dry blood was on his index finger. He ignored it.

"Ohh, my head." Mahad put his arm around her so she could sit up.

"Nothing serious? No bleeding?"

"Just a bump. You?"

"Not a lot; hardly."

"Really? You're bleeding?"

"It's nothing."

"You're sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure." He said taking his arm off her and rubbed his head again to check, just a little wiped on his finger again and he wiped it on his leg. He now wished he had paid attention to flying. Dahlia picked the radio from the floor.

"Cortes come in," she repeated but all she got was static. It was unlikely since there was no storm, and possibly nothing could interfere with the radio. But then again they crashed.

"How long will it take for you to fix the Hyperion?" Dahlia asked as Mahad lifted the cockpit's lid and heading out to check the damage.

"I don't know. But do you mind helping? " Mahad asked.

"If it will get us out of the block sooner."

Mahad nodded. Then he realized where they had landed. Well, he had never been in this part of Babylonia, but it was real foggy. He turned and observed his surroundings -Dahlia doing the same- then they both stopped. There was another S22 patroller here. They stared then swapped glances at each other.

"We should hurry," Mahad whispered in Dahlia's ear.

"We should."

Urie had just heard the explosion that just happened. And it came from where he had parked his ship. So he began to run towards it forgetting about his mission. He ran as fast as he could. Once he reached the foggy area, he stopped and walked through.

"Hello, is anyone there?" He called out. All he heard was tiny objects being clashed together. So he headed straight over to the sound, which was also near his ship. "Hello! Is anyone there?!" He yelled once more. Then the sound stop and he heard slight whispering. He knew there was someone there. So he increased his pace of walking, then what began to appear in the fog was a ship. And on the ship was stood two people hurrying to pack everything up. Then he spotted the lady. She had the rebel signature on her.

"Rebels!" He yelled.

They both turned at him. Then the man walked towards him.

"We are not here to cause any trouble; we will be just on our way."

"I'm sorry. But rebels don't get away."

Then Urie stared at the man.

"I recognize you," Urie said pointing at the man, "Marcus Farrell. But it can't be he died ages ago."

"What makes you so sure of that?!" the man yelled.

"But you are obviously not," Urie said letting a mocking laugh come out of his mouth, "What be your name?" he walked around in a circle like Oslo would do when he spoke with a group of people. Having one of his arms behind his back and the other rubbing his chin.

"Why do you need to know?"

"To make sure you are not Marcus, why of course."

"Mahad…son of Marcus Farrell."

"Too much info," the lady whispered into Mahad's ear.

"You name! What be your name?!" he demanded.

"Dahlia."

"Urie is mine," then an idea came in his head. "You might have heard of a person I'm searching for."

"Why should we help you?"

"Because. Your ship is far from complete, and if you don't I will contact Oslo telling about how you two didn't help me."

"Who is this person?" Dahlia asked.

"Hilary."

"Hilary?" Mahad whispered to Dahlia. Of course they knew of her. But how did they know her?

"You do know, don't you?" He asked brushing his fingers through his red tipped hair.

Both Mahad and Dahlia nodded. They hadn't seen her in ages. Then Mahad opened his mouth; "How do you know her?"

"I don't. I'm on a mission to search for her. She is an ex-Guardian of the Sphere."

"Ex-Guardian?!" Mahad yelled, "She never told us she was part of the Sphere!" Mahad went furious. She kept secrets from them, even Cortes. Why on earth would she not tell anyone?

"Mahad calm down." Dahlia said gripping his arm.

"Listen to her. You might say something you regret."

"Enough. We will be on our way."

"Oh, no, you won't. You will help me."

"We didn't know the Sphere needed help." Mahad then said.

"Silence! You will help me. You are now my hostages."

It shocked Dahlia, she had never been kept hostage. Neither had Mahad. It was hard to believe. Mahad wished so much he had kept attention to flying.

To be continued……..