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Just a little something I gotta say before yall read the next chapter of my story(which isn't 2 weeks late( ) if you haven't seen Dolphy's drawings or read BlueMoonDutche's stories, both are a must.
Friend or Foe?
"Chameleon!!!!!!!!" Dive called over the sound of shots and fighting as he frantically searched the area. Come on buddy, where are you. "Chameleon!!!!!!" he called once more hopefully. Why would he just disappear like that? I only turned around for like two seconds to fire. Surely he wouldn't escape, why would he even try too? I thought he was my friend, I trusted him. Woah, calm down Divey boy, everything's fine. You know he wouldn't turn on you like that. He practically promised. He just thought it'd be easier to fight with out cuffs, or…..or… I don't know. All I know is I have to find him. Dive thought frantically as he once more resumed his search for his friend. When he turned around towards the battle he noticed Wraith coming up behind Mallory with a fireball in hand as she took care of some drones. "Mal!!!!!" he called out in warning, but either she didn't hear him or chose to ignore him. "Mallory!!!!!" he called again as he ran in her direction shooting his pucklauncher at Wraith. By some miracle, luck, or good aim Dive managed to shoot his staff out of his hand, distracting him for a moment.
Mallory suddenly heard a noise behind her and spun around to find Wraith armed, but off guard. She did a round-house kick, knocking him down but not before he released the fireball. It hit her in the side knocking her several meters. She sat up on her knees as she tried to breathe. She started to shoot again only to realize she was out of ammo and Wraith had already recovered and ready to strike again. He was about to attack when he was suddenly tackled by Wildwing. "Canard," he called to his friend see that he was close by.
Canard turned around, observed the situation, and came to assist.
"Get Mallory out of here, I'll take care of him," Wildwing replied as he punched Wraith. "Now!!"
"I'm on it buddy," Canard replied picking up Mallory and heading towards the Migrator knowing that Wildwing would cover him.
"Put me down, I can walk, plus I've got to help!" Mallory insisted impatiently.
"No can do Mal, you'll be a burden since you're injured, and I know that's not how you work," he replied going into the Migrator, "plus…."
"What happened?" interrupted Blizzard.
"She's been shot. You two can handle it from here," Canard replied gently handing Mallory to Blizzard who took her to a med-table.
"Blizzard," ordered Nightingale, "go see if anybody else needs help. I'll take care of everything from here."
"And if you need help?"
"I'll call Tanya,"
"If you're sure," when she nodded he left.
"Alright Mallory, what happened?"
"Wraith………fireball," she hissed holding her side.
"Let me see," replied Nightingale gently as she removed the charred remains of Mallory's armor.
"So doc," asked Mallory after giving her time to look over her injury, "how bad is it and can I fight soon, preferably now?"
"You could try, but I doubt you'd make it two steps out that door before pain over took you once more. The only reason it's not now is because I gave you an anesthetic. Your side is badly burned and your bottom two left ribs are cracked, the lowest nearly broken. Now tell me, do you still wanna fight?" she smiled.
"Guess not," she smiled. "but I still don't like the idea of being defenseless and useless,"
"Then don't be either,"
"What?"
"Here," Nightingale smile handing her a freshly loaded pucklauncher. "Now you can defend yourself and help?"
"Help how?"
"By guarding the door."
"Well, I guess if I can't be outside in the action and fighting, I can at least fight inside. So they can bring it on, oh and thanks,"
"You're welcome," she smiled.
Meanwhile:
Canard returned to help Wildwing, shooting drones as he went. Wraith was long gone, or at least Canard didn't find him. "How are you holding up buddy?"
"Been better, how's Mallory?"
"I don't know, I left her with Blizzard and Nightingale so I could help you. It's better like that anyways. Me and medical equipment just don't get along,"
"Great, thanks for the help."
"No problem,"
"Hold up," Wildwing replied suddenly.
"What's up Wing?"
"Where's my brother, and both Wraith and Seige are missing,"
"Well, Dives with Chameleon guarding him, right?"
"Yea, but if he turned his back for more than two seconds to fight or defend himself, that little mouton could have shifted and……… ohhhhhhh, if he laid a hand on my kid brother," he growled.
"Down Wing, the kid survived Puckworld with the saurians, organized his own team, and found his way here. I'm sure he can take care of himself in battle."
"You're right, but still ……"
"Look, if you're so worried then why don't you call him on his comm. unit?"
"Great idea, Dive this is Wildwing," no reply. "Dive, please answer,"
He was about to call him again when suddenly he heard, "Yea Wing?"
"Oh Dive, thank the stars you're okay. You are okay right?"
"What? Yea of course, why?"
"I was just worried about you that's all. The saurians are acting suspiciously, plus you know how tricky that scum bag Chameleon is so…….."
"No he's not," interrupted Dive.
"No who's not what baby bro?"
"Chameleon, he's not a scum bag,"
"Why are you……."
"Look, never mind. I'll explain later okay?"
"Alright," Wing replied a little hesitantly.
"What were you going to say?"
"I was going to tell you to watch your back okay?"
Dive was about to reply when he sensed a presence behind him. He turned around to find himself face to face with Draganus.
Sorry it's so short but at least I got it out quicker than usual. I'm already writing chapter 6.
Authors note: Uh-oh, where's Chameleon and what's going to happen to poor NoseDive? Will Wildwing ever confess his feelings for Mallory? Where the heck is everyone else? Why am I writing all these questions? Does anyone actually read these things?
Anywho, please review.
Just a little something I gotta say before yall read the next chapter of my story(which isn't 2 weeks late( ) if you haven't seen Dolphy's drawings or read BlueMoonDutche's stories, both are a must.
Friend or Foe?
"Chameleon!!!!!!!!" Dive called over the sound of shots and fighting as he frantically searched the area. Come on buddy, where are you. "Chameleon!!!!!!" he called once more hopefully. Why would he just disappear like that? I only turned around for like two seconds to fire. Surely he wouldn't escape, why would he even try too? I thought he was my friend, I trusted him. Woah, calm down Divey boy, everything's fine. You know he wouldn't turn on you like that. He practically promised. He just thought it'd be easier to fight with out cuffs, or…..or… I don't know. All I know is I have to find him. Dive thought frantically as he once more resumed his search for his friend. When he turned around towards the battle he noticed Wraith coming up behind Mallory with a fireball in hand as she took care of some drones. "Mal!!!!!" he called out in warning, but either she didn't hear him or chose to ignore him. "Mallory!!!!!" he called again as he ran in her direction shooting his pucklauncher at Wraith. By some miracle, luck, or good aim Dive managed to shoot his staff out of his hand, distracting him for a moment.
Mallory suddenly heard a noise behind her and spun around to find Wraith armed, but off guard. She did a round-house kick, knocking him down but not before he released the fireball. It hit her in the side knocking her several meters. She sat up on her knees as she tried to breathe. She started to shoot again only to realize she was out of ammo and Wraith had already recovered and ready to strike again. He was about to attack when he was suddenly tackled by Wildwing. "Canard," he called to his friend see that he was close by.
Canard turned around, observed the situation, and came to assist.
"Get Mallory out of here, I'll take care of him," Wildwing replied as he punched Wraith. "Now!!"
"I'm on it buddy," Canard replied picking up Mallory and heading towards the Migrator knowing that Wildwing would cover him.
"Put me down, I can walk, plus I've got to help!" Mallory insisted impatiently.
"No can do Mal, you'll be a burden since you're injured, and I know that's not how you work," he replied going into the Migrator, "plus…."
"What happened?" interrupted Blizzard.
"She's been shot. You two can handle it from here," Canard replied gently handing Mallory to Blizzard who took her to a med-table.
"Blizzard," ordered Nightingale, "go see if anybody else needs help. I'll take care of everything from here."
"And if you need help?"
"I'll call Tanya,"
"If you're sure," when she nodded he left.
"Alright Mallory, what happened?"
"Wraith………fireball," she hissed holding her side.
"Let me see," replied Nightingale gently as she removed the charred remains of Mallory's armor.
"So doc," asked Mallory after giving her time to look over her injury, "how bad is it and can I fight soon, preferably now?"
"You could try, but I doubt you'd make it two steps out that door before pain over took you once more. The only reason it's not now is because I gave you an anesthetic. Your side is badly burned and your bottom two left ribs are cracked, the lowest nearly broken. Now tell me, do you still wanna fight?" she smiled.
"Guess not," she smiled. "but I still don't like the idea of being defenseless and useless,"
"Then don't be either,"
"What?"
"Here," Nightingale smile handing her a freshly loaded pucklauncher. "Now you can defend yourself and help?"
"Help how?"
"By guarding the door."
"Well, I guess if I can't be outside in the action and fighting, I can at least fight inside. So they can bring it on, oh and thanks,"
"You're welcome," she smiled.
Meanwhile:
Canard returned to help Wildwing, shooting drones as he went. Wraith was long gone, or at least Canard didn't find him. "How are you holding up buddy?"
"Been better, how's Mallory?"
"I don't know, I left her with Blizzard and Nightingale so I could help you. It's better like that anyways. Me and medical equipment just don't get along,"
"Great, thanks for the help."
"No problem,"
"Hold up," Wildwing replied suddenly.
"What's up Wing?"
"Where's my brother, and both Wraith and Seige are missing,"
"Well, Dives with Chameleon guarding him, right?"
"Yea, but if he turned his back for more than two seconds to fight or defend himself, that little mouton could have shifted and……… ohhhhhhh, if he laid a hand on my kid brother," he growled.
"Down Wing, the kid survived Puckworld with the saurians, organized his own team, and found his way here. I'm sure he can take care of himself in battle."
"You're right, but still ……"
"Look, if you're so worried then why don't you call him on his comm. unit?"
"Great idea, Dive this is Wildwing," no reply. "Dive, please answer,"
He was about to call him again when suddenly he heard, "Yea Wing?"
"Oh Dive, thank the stars you're okay. You are okay right?"
"What? Yea of course, why?"
"I was just worried about you that's all. The saurians are acting suspiciously, plus you know how tricky that scum bag Chameleon is so…….."
"No he's not," interrupted Dive.
"No who's not what baby bro?"
"Chameleon, he's not a scum bag,"
"Why are you……."
"Look, never mind. I'll explain later okay?"
"Alright," Wing replied a little hesitantly.
"What were you going to say?"
"I was going to tell you to watch your back okay?"
Dive was about to reply when he sensed a presence behind him. He turned around to find himself face to face with Draganus.
Sorry it's so short but at least I got it out quicker than usual. I'm already writing chapter 6.
Authors note: Uh-oh, where's Chameleon and what's going to happen to poor NoseDive? Will Wildwing ever confess his feelings for Mallory? Where the heck is everyone else? Why am I writing all these questions? Does anyone actually read these things?
Anywho, please review.