I do not own dragon booster. duh

just Mecra, vysa, kett, and their dragons.

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Chapter One; Leader No More

Moordryd glanced downward at Decepshun, and sighed, "Girl, I don't know what to do. I know we're in trouble, I know we're going to get reprimanded. Should I just run?"

Decepshun glanced up at him. He could swear she was frowning.

"Yeah, I know, that would be a coward's play. But what else?" He wouldn't ever start an argument with her, she was his best friend, but holy Drakkus she would try to annoy him. Even if she did it for his own good.

Moordryd did not have time to figure out what else. The doors in front of him opened in a menacing manner. Moordryd rode inside. Both he and Decepshun glanced around. He had been in here before. It was Word's operations center. Moordryd remembered when he had found it cool, now it was just evil, and that taunted him. How could he ever have found evil to be cool?

His father stood near a table, Vysa, Mecra and their dragons were also there. Moordryd knew that Vysa had played her 'I have more successes than my big brother' (even though said successes were minimal) card, so Moordryd expected the worst. Word looked pained (get it?). He stood and said, "Now Moordryd, these two here have told an interesting story. You see, I know it not to be true, but you may need to tell them. Unless it's true."

"It's true," Moordryd whispered. Why in any reason did he say that? WAS HE CRAZY?

Word's eyes went wide, the narrowed. He muttered, "In that case, Vysa, you are now in charge of the Dragon Eye crew. Moordryd, get your things, and get out."

Moordryd turned and left. 'What am I doing, did the Dragon Booster get to me? Am I being totally NOT ME?'

Moordryd was in his 'true' room. Yes, he had a bedroom like everyone else; he just kept a lot of things in Decepshun's stall. It was large for a dragon stall, about ten-by-twenty. There was a bed of cloth scraps for Decepshun to sleep on, a chest with some gear in it, and some other items. Moordryd used it because the room was convenient for staying with his dragon, when they weren't 'working'.

"Vysa is such a brat!" Moordryd snapped at no one in particular, "Of course she completes her missions, they're all 'steal some gear', or 'get some crews to side with War'. Has she ever, ever, had to get the Dragon Booster's dragon! Or even deal with controlling wraith dragons! She always acts so dang innocent! I might have let her do more junk in the crew if she wasn't such a stupid suck up! I want recognition for Father too, but I don't try to bulldoze her into the dirt when I try!"

Decepshun growled in agreement, she felt the same way about Vysa's dragon. Decepshun had been keeping an eye on Moordryd eve since the incident with putting the Furox on the dragon of legend. Of course, Word had been lying when he said he was proud of Moordryd, and had some of his 'minions' keep an eye on his son. Word knew that moordryd had liked being good, so was wary.

Moordryd grabbed his things fast, a data-pad with racer stats, some clothes, his racing jacket and helmet, his Draconium whip, his life's savings (10,000 dracs, enough for a few meals an some new gear.), and a few nutri-bars went in his backpack. He slipped some of his better gear on Decepshun, and rode out.

He saw Cain, the boy looked a little lost, and his expression said that the crew wouldn't be the same without Moordryd. Moordryd knew that cain would not be high in the crew any more, his post would be taken by Mecra.

'I don't belong here anymore,' he thought quietly, 'Maybe I never did.'