In Evil, Residing

Consequences

Treylon saw Fox throw the gun and one of his dragons caught it as the Cerinian craft blew out of the bay.

"Sir, what should I do with this?" The dragon asked as Treylon noticed something flashing on the display.

3…2…1…

"Get rid of that, it's going to ahhh!" He was cut off as the weapon detonated and the dragons were blown back by the tremendous force of the explosion. Treylon's shields were instantly gone and fire enveloped his scales as he was thrown back a good five feet by the explosion. He came to a rest and Treylon groaned as the docking bay lit up in an alarm. Pain caressed him and he suppressed a scream as he moved his right arm; blood was all around and he lifted his head up.

"DAMMIT!" He yelled as pain drove through him like a razor sharp knife. Medical teams had just begun to arrive and he cursed Fox in three different languages as they slid a stretcher under his aching form.

"Sir, we need you to settle down." Treylon unsheathed his claws and he dug into the stretcher as they ran to sick bay with him. Treylon closed his eyes and he passed into another dimension as the siren continued to wail…

He awoke quite sometime later to sound of the air conditioning turning on. He was in the sick bay, a white sheet spread over his black scales. He was in a partitioned room and he sat up; he yelled and fell back as pain lanced him. A nurse parted the curtains and she quickly walked over to him.

"Capitan, try not to move."

"Commander."

"Sorry, Commander, try not to move. You were seriously hurt in the accident and you need to rest."
"I'm the Commander of this ship; can you give me something so I can get back on my feet?" The nurse pulled out a hypodermic needle and she injected Treylon with a pale blue liquid. The pain melted away and he sat up. "Now where is my armor?"

"That was also damaged beyond repair in the blast. Another suit is in development so until that time you will have to wear Standards." They were the common dragon troop issue armor and Treylon resented having to wear them. She walked out and a few minutes later, she returned with the Standards.

"Thanks now get out of here." She did as bidden and Treylon slid off the bed; he flexed his tight muscles and slipped into the Standards, they fit moderately fine and he took the clipboard that was at the foot of the bed.

Hmm, a broken back, collarbone, arm, leg, severed artery, collapsed lung and a concussion. Treylon put away the board and he walked out of his room; dragons were lying in the sick bay and he walked past them. He reached into the Standards and pulled out a wrist Comm, Treylon strapped it on and he brought up a link with the Dock Master.

"Dock Master, what can I do for you Commander?"

"There was an incident there a few um, hours ago and I'll be heading there."

"Yes sir, I'm glad to see that you are ok." Treylon killed the Comm and he walked into the bay a few moments later. The explosion had caused quite a bit of damage and he clenched his fist.

Fox, you and you're vixen will die slowly by my paws…

Fox awoke the next morning and he opened his eyes in the hospital bed, he looked over and Krystal was still asleep.

She has got to be tired from all we went through. Fox thought and he concentrated on what she was thinking.

Krystal ran in her dreams, she ran for her life from the dragon that haunted her.

"Krystal…where are you? You know you can't hide from me." She kept running and the landscape changed to a desert with black clouds flying at high speeds over her head. Her foot dug into the sand and she hit a rock; Krystal fell to the ground and she yelped, her ankle was broken. She tried to crawl away but Treylon materialized.

"No…get away from me, no, you're not real." She said as Treylon unsheathed his claws.

"You are far from the truth Krystal. I am real and now you shall die." He stepped on her ankle and she screamed as he lifted her up by the neck.

"Krystal, wake up!" Fox quickly said as he shook her. She stirred and her eyes opened, she immediately let out a scream and tried to push Fox away. "Hey, shhh, it's just me." He caught her flailing arms and Krystal slowly stopped as she realized it was Fox.

"Oh Fox," She whimpered as thy embraced. Krystal cried on his shoulder as Fox stroked the back of her head with his paw.

"Shh, you'll be ok now, just let it all out." The doctor came into the room and he walked over to the bed.

"Is everything ok here? I was told there was a scream that came from this room."

"Yes, everything is fine, just a bad dream." He nodded and walked out. Fox let go of Krystal and she folded her paws in her lap.

"Fox, I think Treylon will be after us now that we have escaped." They had sat up and the sheet that covered her fell into her lap. She still had her bra on but Fox got a good look this time.

"You know, you really are a beautiful vixen." Fox took her paw and adjusted her hair as she sighed.

"Well, I'll take that as a compliment."

"You should." They remained silent for a minute and Fox rubbed her paw with his.

"I can't believe that I love a mercenary." Fox laughed and Krystal put an arm around him. Fox touched foreheads with her and licked her nose, a sign of complete trust.

"I can't believe that I love a princess." Fox replied and he placed his other paw on her muzzle. They locked muzzles and Krystal rolled over onto Fox as time was born, lived and died without notice.

Kova opened his eyes and the gnawing pain of hunger lashed him; he felt sick and retched, but it didn't alleviate it. He looked over and his wife, Skye, was in a fitful sleep next to him.

"Skye, wake up." She stirred and she looked at him.

"Kova, how long have we been here?"

"I'm not sure." His reply was shaky and then something odd happened: their bonds broke and both of the royals fell to the floor. Kova crawled over to his wife and they embraced.

"Your time has come." Kova looked over and he saw the outline of a tall form, the figure pulled out an energy sword and the two foxes clung to each other. "Cerinia has fallen…I will not be undermined by vulpines." He walked into the cell and they saw Treylon raise the blade. Kova shielded his wife and the dragon mercilessly swung down with the blade. It slashed into Kova's arm and then drove into his chest. His scream was cutoff and his body hit the floor as Skye scrabbled backward to get away.

But there was no exit…no way to leave.

Except death. Treylon picked her up bodily and shoved the blade into her shoulder.

"Now die you inferior being." Treylon ripped the blade out and he bit down on Skye's neck. The scream caught in her throat and she gagged as Treylon eased his teeth out. Crimson spread down her neck and Treylon licked the matter as he held Skye to the wall. "Ahh, blood…it's been so long." With one quick motion, which cut her scream, the blade passed in between the head and shoulders.

She had left.