Though without eyes of its own, the radiant moon of the Nasr sky could do naught but see the monstrous fleet surrounding the metropolis of Nasrad. In only a short amount of time, the city of despair and former grandeur had, under Vera, had fortified itself as a trade and military hub. No person could ignore, however, the vibe that pervaded this place.

It had only been days since the resurrection of the Nasrean Palace had been completed, now with Anakin claiming it as his abode. The highest tower overlooks the capital, as the risen king fancies a glare

"The Valuan scouts, what became of them?"

"They fled,master,before our ships could establish a perimeter around their position."

"Why did you not fire upon their vessel as they retreated!

"My Lord, I apologize, but we could not risk the fleeing ship returning to value with scars of battle and witnesses to our attack. It was safer to let them flee.

The brilliant hair swung around as Anakin turned to face his confidant. "Very well, Propher, I will trust your judgment on this occasion. Do inform me, however; what will Valua think of these developments."

Propher arose from his knees to face the scarred glare. His spiked hair glistened a bright red in the presence of the vermillion moon. "They shall think nothing. Enrique will simply turn a blind eye, for we both know how he wishes to avoid conflict. Besides, Valua's current efforts are centered upon the reconstructing of their very existence, not to mention the maintenance of their outer colonies. The people of Valua have no thirst for strife."

"You speak truth, Propher, such from you I do expect." Anakin placed his faith upon his young I suppose this matter will simply pass as the setting sun. However, the day will soon come when such matters once hidden shall reveal themselves to the world. This day, however, does not hold such truth."

"I see your fervor, master, but I recommend that you contain it. At the moment, we too are weak."

"Indeed, Propher." Anakin responded and continued, "IN addition, we shall always have Vyse opposing us."

"He shall be trampled like vermin! My hate for hi is matched only by my love for battle and honor. To think that we ever attempted to associate ourselves with such pirate scum."

"Hold your tongue, Propher. You of all people should know that to accomplish a goal, one should utilize all possible resources and must put aside person distastes."

" What are you trying to say?" Propher responded with a countenance of questioning."

"Allow me to show you."

The doors on the far end of the sanctum swung open, revealing to the two a tall, proud figure, whose feet graced the path laid before him to the center of the room. Prostrating himself upon one knee, the man forfeited himself at the feet of Anakin.

Vera approached the bowing figure and looked down as a smirk struggled to break through upon his complexion. Vera reached down and grabbed a black bandana from the height of the man's head. Looking at the small Jolly Roger stitched into its tapestry, Vera laughed and finally spoke. "Vigoro, I'm flattered. You may rise."

Vigoro rose erect, the Nasrean Sun shinning upon him. "Flattered? It is an honor to be summoned by one such as yourself." Vigoro glanced over at Propher, who reciprocated the glance in a manner of confusion rather than honor. "Anakin, who's the runt?"

"You watch your tongue, lest I tear it from your wretched mouth!" Propher quickly drew his blade and placed lethal edge upon the very edge of Vigoro's Neck. Fazed not by his new comrade's aggressive jest, Vigoro simply took hold of his blade and directed it away from doing him harm "Place you blade where it belongs. I don't want to act upon my true intentions in the presence of Anakin. Consider yourself fortunate."

Overwhelmed by shame, or perhaps paralyzed by anger, Propher yielded to Vigoro's wishes and sheathed his beloved blade. Unable to force the words upon his lips, Propher simply replied with a demonic stare, containing the essence of rage in its most pure form.

"Calm yourselves, I summoned you not to make of myself an arbiter, but of a leader. My wishes you shall follow, and of my wishes alone upon shall you act." Anakin spoke to calm the brewing strife as he meaningfully gazed upon his swarming metropolis. "I do apologize if I appear to be imposing upon your collective talents and abilities, but I hold faith in my own judgment with the greatest of confidences."

Anakin, pausing with his monologue, studied the Nasrad Street that had suddenly erupted with excitement and movement. Masses rushed towards the city center, collaborating into a collective body brimming with anticipation.

"Looks like you've got some fans, Anakin" Vigoro commented, overlooking the scene below them. Vera simply smiled and answered. "Fans? You do not comprehend even the brink of it. These are my comrades, my brothers and sisters, as well as my blade. Though corporally separate, through blood and desire we shall be unified as one."

Anakin turned back to face the two standing beside him, diverting his attention from the crowds "They will have to be patient. We still have imperative issues to be addressed and resolved." Turning to Vigoro, Anakin led his comrades sights to the crowd amassed at the city center. "You see my kin amassed before us. By swearing your allegiance to me, you forfeit yourself not to me, but to this entire kingdom. On the sweat, tears, and blood of this people do you lay your allegiance. You will now belong to the very lands that bask under the radiant glow of the crimson moon itself."

Vigoro struggled to control his countenance once Anakin paused. Vigoro, rather than saver the meaningful complexity of Vera's words, was amused at his interest in Nasr. Vigoro was a warrior and a pervert, nothing more. "I accept. I'm eager to see my new command."

"Curb your bloodlust, Vigoro, you are yet to even know your enemy, or their numbers." Propher broke his silence to denounce Vigoro's intent. Vigoro simply answered "I know his name. That's all you need to know."

"His?" Propher answer back with a perplexed tone, "I believe you misunderstand the sights upon which Anakin has set his axis. We have a goal few would dare to perceive, but one we see as a desire within our grasp."

"Putting aside our ignorance" Anakin interjected between the two, "I am enraptured to see your willingness to participate in our grand design. However, I ask a sign of your allegiance." Anakin fixed his eyes upon the Jolly Roger bandana tied around Vigoro's wrist. With little ore than a thought of will within his mind, Anakin waved his hand as the lack pirate insignia combusted in an impressive display of magic. "Put aside your past, and walk with me into the rising sun."

Vigoro looked up from his hand and simply nodded. He had not yet fully perceived the severity of what he was walking into, put his unwavering sense of pride stood as his pushing force.

"Propher," Anakin started "Ready my council. I shall inform them of recent developments. Our fleets our strong as our wills burn as hot as the deserts of this beloved land. Vigoro, you shall keep watch over your new home. Propher, I give you leave, as well as my blessing. May the moons serve you well."

"I bid you farewell, my master" Propher humbly spoke as he performed a bow before his superior, "I assure you, I shall not fail, lest I fall by my own blade."

With that, the group dispersed, leaving only the walls themselves with outside knowledge of the transpired events and dialogue.

"And…….Done!" Aika wiped the sweat off her brow as she placed the last crate upon the Dawn's deck. "Nice work, people, lets start er' up and get out of here" Vyse congratulated his team as he oversaw the finishing preparations before his voyage.

The Valuan sky showed little signs of daybreak as the yellow moon struggled to pierce the blockade of foreboding clouds, under which a city bustling with hope and activity built itself from former rubble and grandeur. Vyse and his squad set ready at the docks for their departure.

Vyse treaded upon his vessel and proceeded to the bridge. "Ready the engines and open the sails, were leaving in 10." The valiant captain ordered his crew and readied himself at the wheel.

A gentle hand rested itself upon his shoulder as followed by the benign voce of his silvite comrade, "Vyse, you haven't really told us where were going. We're safe in Value, I don't' see why we must leave."

Vyse, his smile unwavering, calmly responded, "To Yufatoma, Fina. We have friends there and we should find haven. Besides, I figured we could all use a vacation."

"YIPPIE!" Aika's excitement burst in the form of a jubilant leap as her comrades looked on with complexions of confusion and humor. "I've needed a break for a while now."

"So it's settled, to the east we travel." With that, the dawn sailed out into the open sea.