Emmet slowly walked around the interior of the Octan Ship; Laval and Wyldstyle were in the pilot seats of the vehicle. Wyldstyle had been a little hesitant when Laval had offered to be co-pilot, but he had explained that he was a good flyer in Chima; and had plenty of training.

That left Emmet and Wolverine in the holding compartment of the Octan vehicle; though Wolverine wasn't talking.

He was just sitting there, his claws out of his hands as he began to run them over one another; Emmet wasn't sure if that was to make sure they were ready for fighting, or if it was to intimidate Emmet so that he wouldn't do anything.

Though he hoped that it wasn't the latter.

"So, what's your history?" grunted Wolverine, sliding his claws back into his hands as he looked up at Emmet; looking relaxed, but Emmet was sure that he was ready to attack him at any given moment.

"Uh, well…" said Emmet awkwardly, rubbing the back of his head; though that proved a bit of a problem because the shoulder pads of the armour got in the way.

"Not much happened; I…I just followed instructions most of my life, and then I found the Piece of Resistance. They mistook me for the Special; one thing led to another, and hey presto, I'm a Master Builder. Then this came along, and I, uh…kinda got possessed by the Anti-Builder, though I didn't know anything about it until I was told afterwards, and well, here we are," said Emmet, finding it rather surprising that he could sum up his entire life so quickly.

Wolverine simply grunted, looking at his hand as he said, "Hmm, seems pretty boring…mine's better, but I don't remember half of it…"

Emmet simply nodded, thinking it may be best if he didn't ask about Wolverine's past; probably because he didn't want to get a closer look at his claws.

"We've got a problem," said Wyldstyle from the cockpit suddenly; Emmet turned to look over at the cockpit, before Wolverine got up and the two of them headed towards the cockpit.

"What've we got?" asked Wolverine, walking into the cockpit first and looking over Laval.

"We've got a bit of a problem; Anti-Builder's gathered all of the people Dr Inferno hired and he's put them all in Bricksburg. He's also sent a few of them to attack us," said Laval.

"Wow…you got all that from the readings here?" asked Emmet in amazement.

"No; they're in front of us, about to attack."

Emmet looked out of the cockpit window and his eyes widened; a Raven Tribe Glider was heading towards them, along with Gold Tooth's Fighter Jet, with its black and orange armour, were heading right towards them. And even though they were distant and rapidly approaching, Emmet knew that they were carrying rockets; or with the Chima Glider, whatever the equivalent of rockets in Chima were.

"We've got to get out of here; some evasive manoeuvres," suggested Emmet rapidly.

"Actually, we plan to have the Jet fly straight towards them," said Wyldstyle casually, as she and Laval stayed put in their seats.

"What?! Are you insane? They'll blow us out of the sky!" exclaimed Emmet.

"Who said we'll be in the ship when they reach one another?" asked Laval, before he grabbed onto a parachute bag out from the side and he handed it to Emmet; he grabbed another one and handed it to Wolverine.

"Where's your parachute, Laval?" asked Wyldstyle, grabbing her own and putting it on.

Laval chose not to answer Wyldstyle's question; instead, he said, "You guess better get ready to jump; they've already fired their rockets, and they'll hits us in fifteen seconds."

Wyldstyle soon saw the beeping and saw the rapidly approaching rockets; though she was reluctant to leave the Lion Prince.

"I'm outta here," said Wolverine, heading out of the cockpit and opening up the cargo doors; the wind rushing in wildly, yet Wolverine held his ground.

"Didn't you guys here me? You've got to get out of here," said Laval, glancing at Wyldstyle and Emmet.

The two Master Builders looked at one another, before Emmet said, "You're coming after us, right?"

"I'll make my own way back, don't worry," said Lava, smiling reassuringly at the two. He knew why Emmet and Wyldstyle was a little concerned about what he was doing; and he too was concerned if they didn't get out in time.

They were his friends; and he, theirs.

They didn't want to lose each other.

But this had to be done.

"Guys, trust me; I'll be right after you," said Laval.

Emmet and Wyldstyle looked at each other once again, before they both looked at Laval. Sharing one more, friendly smile, with the hope that it wasn't their last, Wyldstyle left first.

"You've been an awesome friend, Laval," said Emmet, stopping in the cockpit door.

"And you've been a noble warrior, Emmet; it has been my honour to fight alongside you," said Laval with a smile to his friend.

With a final nod, Emmet quickly ran out of the cockpit and made his way towards the open door. With a little hesitation, Emmet finally jumped out of the Ship, sky diving towards the falling Wyldstyle and Wolverine. He could see Bricksburg below them.

It seemed strangely calm.

He quickly caught up with Wyldstyle, and over the howling wind, shouted, "Do you think Laval's going to be OK?!"

"He gave us his word! He'll be fine!" shouted Wyldstyle over the wind, the wind messing up her hair as she sky dived.

Though they were suddenly regretting saying that.

A massive explosion came from above them, causing Wyldstyle and Emmet to look up. Expressions of horror took over their faces as they saw fire coming from the engines of the Octan Ship; but they didn't see Laval jumping out.

Another rocket came from Gold Tooth's Jet, and as it streaked across the sky towards the Octan Ship, Emmet shouted one word.

"LAVAL!"

The rocket made contact with the Ship, and an explosion rocked the sky; taking place exactly where the Octan Ship was. Bits of the Ship flew everywhere, and Emmet barely managed to dodge the bits that nearly hit him, as he was still in shock.

"No…" he whispered under his breath, before the safety feature on his parachute kicked in and the parachute opened up, reducing his speed greatly as he moved closer to the ground. He looked over at Wyldstyle, who was sharing a similar expression of shock.

"H…He can't…" she whispered.

Emmet looked down at the roof top of one of the higher buildings in Bricksburg; yet his couldn't help but feel hollow inside. One of his closest friends…just gone…

The three landed on the roof and discarded their parachutes; but Emmet walked towards the edge, slowly holding his head in his hand in sorrow.

"Emmet…" whispered Wyldstyle softly, approaching Emmet and putting a hand on his shoulder softly in reassurance.

The Master Builder was quiet for a second before he lifted his head out of his hands; a hardened expression on his face.

"He's going to pay for this…" said Emmet firmly, and Wyldstyle knew instantly who he was talking about.

The Anti-Builder had taken it too far this time.

He was going to pay.