This is the discalimer for the whole story: I don't own dragon booster!

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Flashback

"Where's the amulet!" squealed Lance. Everybody had amulets other than him, and he couldn't wait!

Moordryd, who had joined up with them after Arrmeggadonn had tried to control his mind, chuckled, "Cool it Mini-brat. It's at the top of the spire."

Lance grinned at him, clad in his black armor in case of trouble, "Artha and my dad are gonna kill us, right?"

Moordryd shrugged, "One reason I'm doing this is to get your brother mad, I can't believe he tried to dye my hair black!"

Lance shrugged, "He thought you needed a disguise, besides, it washed out!"

"Took a week."

Lance nodded, "True. Anyway I can see it! YAY!"

Moordryd smirked under his mask, "Good. As much as everyone else is against it, you need to figure out how to be the...what was that name you came up with? It was the drac one."

Lance stood on the back of Decepshun's saddle, "Lightning Booster!"

"Yeah, that one. It was the only one that wasn't stupid."

Lance started to laugh, as Moordryd's VIDD-screen came to life. On it was as mad Pyro Booster, a.k.a. Kitt, "Where are you Payyn! Lance'd better be with you! There's trouble at Squire's End! Get over there now!"

As the link terminated, Moordryd rolled his eyes, "When is there not trouble in Squire's end?"

End Flashback

The Shadow Booster looked behind him, "You okay kid?" Since mini-brat was a Moordryd Payyn term, he referred to Lance as kid when in armor.

The Lightning Booster nodded, "Yeah, he's mad isn't he?"

The Shadow Booster couldn't hide his slight snicker, "No, I think he was yelling to express extreme joy."

Suddenly, the Shadow Booster halted. "Drac," he breathed, looking at who was causing the commotion.

Lighting, the first word of the title was sometimes used as a nickname, muttered, "Maybe we should have taken the other one." He looked at his partner, "You know how you get with Vociferous' crew."

Lightning could almost see the grin spreading over Shadow's face, "Oh, this is going to be fun! Let's go!"

Lightning sighed, "And here I was starting to have the notion that I was the kid. Silly me."

Shadow had started a real melee, and Lightning was glad to get some action, patrolling with Artha was so dumb; his bro was way too overprotective.

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"What were you thinking!" yelled Artha. "Lance, you almost got killed."

"Chill Artha," Lance muttered. "Moordryd's the one who got hit over the head anyway."

"Lance, I've told you, be careful!"

Moordryd looked up, "Penn leave the mini-brat alone. There are risks in this job, and he knows 'em."

Artha turned back to Lance, "Why do like him better! He doesn't care!"

Moordryd shot up, "Then why did I stop you, Wraith Booster? Why did I switch sides?" Why-"

"Don't call me that! And you switched because Arrmeggadonn took you over, and almost killed Cain!"

"And Mini-Brat, don't forget, your brother!" Moordryd said mockingly. Artha was wrong to bring up Cain, it got Moordryd fired up. Kitt and Parm chose this moment to walk in.

Parm looked at the two, "What is going on here?"

"Moordryd's being a jerk!"

"Artha's being an idiot!"

Kitt groaned, "Lance? What's going on?"

Lance glanced up from his game, "Moordryd's being Moordryd, Artha's being a dork, and really, I don't care."

"A dork!" snapped Artha. Moordryd hid a grin, Beau did not. Hide one, that is. "He's the one who-"

Moordryd rolled his eyes, "I don't need this. You guys want me, I'm at the compound." After Moordryd had switched sides, there was really no reason for the Dragon Eyes to work for his father. Sure, they still stole a bit, but it wasn't nearly as major a priority as it had been. Moordryd, and Lance if he tagged along, was still welcome at the compound.

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Flashback

He could feel it, the raw power. Arrmeggadonn was his master, that was all he needed to know. The Dragon Booster and Pyro booster, they could not stand up to him. They lay beaten. Now, to deal with the two his master wanted eliminated…

The first was a young man who kept professing that he knew 'that you're in there Moordryd', whoever Moordryd was, Shadow Booster did not care. He lifted the man and dropped him down the cliff, right in front off the Muhorta's cave. As the man screamed, mental images broke free.

The small boy, about to be tossed next, he was clinging to him in fear of a Wraith-dragon that looked like the Dragon Booster.

The man he had just thrown, they were racing through a target race.

As the last of the Dragon Booster's team, a guy with tan skin and red hair, watched, along with the boy who still dangled in Shadow's grasp, the thin, glowing black draconium bands that criss-crossed his suit evaporated, followed by the armor gliding back into the gauntlet. Moordryd Payyn, free at last, had but one thing to yell.

"CAIN!"

End Flashback

Moordryd stretched out on the bed. His door slid open, admitting Cain and the mini-brat. Cain still had a slight limp; the Muhorta had grabbed his leg after all, but otherwise he was fine. Both went to work trying to cheer up Moordryd.

Sweet Magana Draconis, they had a lot of work to do.