Star Ocean: Cyrus' Side

by Panzerraptor

Cyrus Splicer was a Californian Sophomore with a high IQ, incredible street smarts, and impressive fighting skills. One day, he gets sucked into a vortex that transports him into the SO3 universe. Will he survive? SPOILERS! Ch. 21 up FIN!

16. Chapter 15

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Author's Note 1: I hope you are all prepared for a long chapter. It's one of the few that is five parts long. The other reason for its length is for the sequel I'm trying to prepare. I want to complete it before November, maybe even October 31st. Don't worry, though I'm in a rush, you'll still get the savory goodness of Cyrus, Fayt and all those other lovable characters. Now, let's get back to where we left off and continue the pandemonium. For all you Roger haters, prepare for some bashing. And if you're into Panzer Dragoon, you may find this chapter exceptionally amusing. I'm hoping to get no bad reviews on this...

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Part 15.1: An Antagonistic Ally

After a few hours of hiking, the group finally arrived back in Peterny where Clair, Tynave and Farleen waited. "Clair, I'm leaving Her Majesty in your hands," Nel said.

"Yes, leave it to me."

"I do not believe it is a trap, but nevertheless, please, be careful," Queen Romeria heeded.

"Don't worry, Your Majesty," Fayt comforted. "We'll be fine!"

"That's right," Cyrus said. "What ever those tricks throw at us, we'll hurl it right back."

"It's just like Her Majesty said, 'Everything begins with trust,'" Maria said.

"So it does," the queen replied. "May Apris guide you in your path…"

"I look forward to bringing you good news," Nel said to Clair.

"And we look forward to your safe return." Clair and her subordinates escorted the Queen back to Aquios.

Cyrus and the rest of the gang traveled to Airyglyph. Unfortunately, it wasn't a quiet ride as Cliff and Roger began complaining about who was actually top dog and who was the real ladies man. Adray tried to stop, but was also consumed by the "conversation." The rest, including Cyrus, knew better than to go into their business. By the time they got to the Traum Mountain range the group began to feel the cold winds that wisped through the environment. Everyone wasn't phased by the weather conditions. Even Adray didn't seem to mind the bone chilling temperatures. Maria, Cliff and Roger, however, were different stories. Roger was shivering like there was no tomorrow. This forced him to stop his argument with Cliff who was blowing air in the palms of his hands. Maria didn't shiver as much, but enough for some of the group to notice.

"Are you two okay?" Fayt asked.

"I'll be fine," Maria reassured. "It's only a breeze."

"How 'bout you, Rog?" Cyrus asked.

"It's so cold..." he said before his teeth began chattering.

"You complain too much," Cliff said.

"Don't start that again," Cyrus said with a cold stare that made Cliff shiver even more.

"If you keep that up," Fayt began, "you'll become ice cubes in no time because you used all your energy from a skirmish."

"Don't worry you guys," Nel said. "We'll be at the castle in a minute."

"Right," Maria replied.

In no time at all, the group was at the castle's gate. It was much of a relief for the shivering three. Unfortunately, the group was stopped by the two soldiers that blocked the gate. When that happened, Roger was about to go off on the two, but Adray grabbed his tail before he went any closer. "This don't look good," Cyrus said to himself in a dry tone.

Fayt didn't notice the mad Menodix and walked up to the soldiers. "I'd like to speak with Count Woltar," he said in a calm tone.

"…Who are you and what business do you have with His Excellency?" one of the gatekeepers asked.

"I'm Fayt Leingod. I'm here to pick up Albel Nox."

"Just a moment." The second gatekeeper said. He walked inside the castle, leaving his partner with the rest of the group.

"So... You must be a gatekeeper," Cyrus said, hoping to make a small conversation with the guard.

"Pretty much..." he said in a stoic voice.

"Yeah... Must be... uh... fun to stand here... guarding gates..."

"Yep..."

"Yep... Well, I like the armor..."

"Thanks..."

"So... you... ever caught anyone sneaking in the castle...? Through the front door...?"

"Not on my watch..."

"I see..." The two stood there quietly. In some ways, it was like a scene from Family Guy. Cyrus pulled out his sword medallion and started wiping it. "That's a sharp spear you have..."

"Pretty much..."

"Must be hard keeping them sharp like that..."

"Yep..."

"You ever... used it...?"

"Not lately..."

"I see... Well, I think I fulfilled my wish."

In a few minutes, Woltar and the guard were seen walking from the castle and to Fayt. "So glad you came," he said. "This way."

The group began to walk past the guards. "Well, we should do this... talking thing again..."

"Yeah, okay..." the guard said.

"Well... chow..." With that said, Cyrus rejoined the group inside the castle.

"So this's what the inside of the castle looks like," Fayt said as everyone looked around their surroundings.

"So bright," Cliff said.

"And warm, too," Roger said as he sulked under a nearby light fixture.

Woltar began to chortle softly. "You are the first people to ever enter Airyglyph Castle alive after attempts by all three of our military branches to hunt you down."

"Well when you put it that way, we're a pretty special crew," Cyrus said in a rhetorical manner.

"I guess we should take that as a compliment…" Cliff said.

"That is what I had intended," Woltar said. "Well, shall we? We'll go down the cellar to the left." The group stopped. Nel, above all, had a look of suspicion in her eyes. "…What is wrong? Why do you just stand there?"

"Hold on… Don't those stairs lead to the dungeon?" she questioned. "You're not trying to…"

"You misunderstand me. You're here for Albel, are you not? He is down there." Fayt had a confused look on his face.

"Just come with me and it shall all be clear." Cliff scratched his head. The group was wary, nonetheless, but had no choice but to follow. Down in the dungeon, the group stopped at a door in front of the stairway. "Albel is in here," Woltar said.

"Here?" Fayt said. The Storm Brigade captain opened the cell door and sure enough, Albel was inside. Except, he wasn't as they expected him to be. What they saw was the former captain shackled and unconscious in his restraints. "Why?" was the only word that came to Fayt's mouth when they saw him in his predicament.

"He's been charged with treason, for letting you escape from the Kirlsa Training Facility. Not only that, he let you get away with copper ore stolen from our mine. Of course, the one who brought the charges against him in no longer in this world…"

"Vox, right?"

"That's hardcore animosity there, homies," Cyrus muttered.

"Wait here," Vox said. He walked over to the fatigued body. "I've got an errand for you, boy," he said sharply.

Albel woke up and slowly raised his head. The red eyes were cloudy, but still showed a silent fury ready to be unleashed. "What?" he said in a tired tone.

"You have been given a mission to accompany these people to the Urssa Lava Caves. If you complete this task, you will be acquitted of all charges."

"With those scum?" he spat pushing himself toward the count. "Those…Aquarian scum? You must be joking! You're senile, old man! They're the enemy!"

"What? That warmonger actually agreed to a truce?"

"Vox is no more."

"Dead? Did they kill him?"

"While they did engage Vox in combat, the killing blow was dealt by another."

"Who? Other than these Aquarians and myself, there's no one in this world who could defeat Vox."

"They are not of this world."

Albel chuckled at the statement Woltar made. "You really are going senile, old man. From another world, you say? Tell me another one."

"I can hardly blame you for reacting that way. I'm not sure I believe it myself. But believe this, boy. A new, incredibly powerful enemy has appeared before us. Of this, I have no doubt. That's why we have to work together with Aquaria."

"People from another world? Are you serious?"

"Why would I make something like that up? In any case, without this new weapon, we have no chance of standing against this new enemy. That's why you must go to the Urssa Lava Caves and tame the Marquis."

"The Marquis? You're joking! That monster?"

"The way you brag of your skills, I would think the Marquis would be no match for you." Woltar signaled the guard to release Albel from his bondage. Albel massaged his wrists. "Am I wrong, Albel the Wicked?"

"Rotten old man," the wicked one hissed in pure hatred.

"I bet your father would gladly have risen to the challenge."

"That's enough!" Albel grabbed Woltar by the neck with his normal arm.

"These Aquarians are formidable, too, as I think you well know," he said, surprisingly calm. "If you work with them, you should be able to find a way."

"You make it all sound so simple, old man."

"If you fail, the rest of us are doomed along with you. There'll be no more Aquaria, and no more Airyglyph. This world will be wiped clean."

"Then I must go." Albel releases his grip from Woltar's neck.

"Indeed." Woltar turns back to Fayt and his comrades. "So, everything's settled. Try to get along."

"Aah, what can you do?" Cliff asked.

"I feel like I'm missing something here, but I'll do my best," Maria said.

"Me, too," Fayt replied in agreement.

Albel walked past the group, but before he got to the door, Nel spoke. "I don't like this anymore than you do, Albel," she said. "But Her Majesty has given the order…so I must obey. Just don't hold us back."

The only thing the Airyglyphian warrior said was a retorting "Bah!" As Albel proceeded to the exit, Nel shut her eyes and turned her head. It was clear that there was going to be an "I" somewhere in this team.

"Great..." Cyrus said. "So, anyone for some tea and crumpets?" he said in sarcasm. The group looked at him oddly and Nel glared at him with sharp eyes. "Oh, yeah. The last dude that said that got struck, ice cold." Cyrus scratched his head and snickered slightly.

"So now that we have Albel, I guess it's time to get to the Ursaa Lava Caves," Maria said.

"I'm down with that," Cyrus replied.

"Indeed this shall be interesting," Adray said. "Let us see what Glou's boy has under his sleeve."

The group left the cell and were back in the castle. Albel was waiting at the entrance and wasn't at all in a good mood. "What have you maggots been doing?" Albel snapped. "Enjoying the sites?"

"Naw, we don't do jail cells," Cliff said. "Too dull in my opinion."

"So, I see this maggot likes humor," Albel said. "How about I take care of that the old way. There's a possibility of being deceased, but that's a chance you'll have to take."

"What did you say, drag queen?" The two began to get into each other's face, but Fayt and Cyrus interceded.

"Not now," Fayt said.

"Break it up you two," Cyrus said. As Fayt began to calm down Cliff, Cyrus also tried to bring Albel to a mellow state. "Look, G. You gotta chill. You'll have time to impale and incapacitate foes, not us. As soon as the Marquis' ass gets owned, we'll be gone, dog."

Albel scoffed. "All of you just better stay out of my way. Especially you and that blue hair maggot." Cyrus turned toward Maria and Fayt and looked back at Albel with a confused look. Even the group looked at him whimsically. "The one with the blade, insolent fool!" he snapped. Cyrus raised his hands in submission and backed off. "Now let's go. We'll get some supplies at Kirlsa, then we'll travel to the damn caves."

"Okay," Fayt said. "On to Kirlsa, then."

"Whatever." The group went to the ol' mining town on the other side of the mountains. Cyrus turned to "Guerillas in da Mist" from Da Lench Mob and rejoined the party.

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Part 15.2: Nel's Past

In less than a few minutes, especially on bike in Cyrus' case, the group made it to Kirlsa. He put on "Rust Color" the theme of the town. "Alright worms, I'm going inside the mansion," Albel hissed. It was clear he wasn't in the good mood he was in when the group saw the captain as an enemy. Then again, a day or two shackled in chains can make a sociopath change his attitude and make him more dangerous than ever. Cyrus doubted that Albel, of all people, was taken in quietly. "You're welcome to join, just don't do anything stupid. For example, the small maggot over there..." They turned to Roger, and sure enough, he froze with a pinky up his left nostril and his nails on his butt. Everyone near him moved away from the Menodix.

"This must not be the greatest highlight in his life," Cyrus thought.

Roger realized what was going on and quickly stood up straight, putting his hands back in his pocket. An embarrassed look appeared on his face. "You shouldn't be talking, ya dress wearing lunatic!" he countered.

"What ladies men," Cliff muttered, referring to his tailed adversary and drag wearing nemesis. Nel and Maria scoffed at him, with 'you're the one to talk' looks on their face.

"Roger, that lunatic has a rep and is representin' west side rule," Cyrus said. "He could be wearing nothing but a pair of underpants for all anyone cares, and still be the most feared swordsman on the continent." Everyone in the group pictured that thought and shuddered. It was evidently clear that it was a sight that was best to avoid at all cost.

"I'm still here, worms!" an angry Albel shouted, sporting his infamous death glare. "And if any of you insult my wardrobe again, I will personally decapitate your heads and put them on my wall." The group was silent. Nel wasn't phased by the threat and simply rolled her eyes.

Cyrus sighed and shook his head. "Well, let's go!" Cyrus said as he tried to change the subject. "I want to see the inside of Count Woltar's crib, the pad of ops. for the Storm Brigade."

Albel said nothing and, with the rest of the group in tow, went to the establishment. When the group got to the gates, the guards blocked the entrance. "This is the Storm Brigade base, also known as Count Woltar's manor, the duke of Kirlsa."

"The maggots are with me."

"Oh, Sir Albel!" the other soldier quickly said. "My apologies. You are free to enter." The two quickly got out of the way and allowed the crew to pass.

They looked around their surroundings as soon as they came in. "Gotta hand it to him," Cyrus said, "the man's got style."

"It almost looks like the castle," Maria said.

"Yeah," Cliff said. "Just compact sized."

With no real compliance, Albel walked upstairs, joined by his comrades. The group met in his room. "So, you say that you want me to help you defeat the Marquis."

"You didn't hear us before?" Roger said.

Fayt signaled to Roger to stay calm. "Yes," Fayt said.

"How about you tell me why I should accompany you worms to the Lava Caves, where the dragon resides?" Albel hissed.

"Where should we begin," Cyrus said. "Right in the middle of the war the other day, a large ship appeared above the battlefield."

"It was exceedingly powerful," Adray said. "It completely devastated both sides. Leaving a wake of destruction from where it made its assault."

Albel thought for a minute. "You have my attention. Perhaps with such a adversary, I might find a little challenge."

"The reason we need the Marquis is to carry Aquaria's runological weapon, the Thunder Arrow," Cliff said.

"I heard of that armament. It is said to be the most powerful you scum have at your disposal."

"Exactly," Cyrus said. "And what better way to kick ass than with two of the most powerful entities from two countries."

"The reason they came was for Cyrus and myself," Fayt said.

"Why didn't they take you two maggots?" Albel asked.

"Them damn sharks went to being ratfish and attacked the Shrine of Kaddan," Cyrus said.

"They attacked the shrine?"

"That's correct," Maria said. "If we have the power of the Marquis and the Thunder Arrow in this battle, we'll be able to escape."

"I see..."

Cyrus noticed that Nel was gone. He looked around and saw her exiting Woltar's room and going down stairs "I wonder what's up...?" he asked himself. Without being noticed, Cyrus walked down stairs and outside, where he saw Nel looking at a new blade she was holding. "Yo, yo, Nel?" he said.

Nel looked up and smiled. "Cyrus, what are you doin' here?" she asked.

"Just thought I needed some air." Cyrus looked at strange new blades. "Can I see that?"

Nel handed the large dagger to Cyrus. He lifted it above his face and was at awe. "This iss a nice weapon you got here," he said as he returned the blade to Nel.

"Yes, they were my father's. They're called the Blades of Ryusen, the royal treasures of Aquaria."

"Tight. So what happened to him?" Cyrus asked. Though he liked playing the game, he seldom played most of the PA's and rarely read the dictionary.

"He died on the field of battle."

"Oh... My bad..."

"It's fine. My father death was an honorable one. Even to the end, he was a strong, compassionate man."

"He sounds pretty cool. If it's no trouble..."

"Alright." Both Nel and Cyrus sat down on the first step. "It was at the beginning of the war with Airyglyph. The leader of the Crimson Blade was Nevelle Zelpher, my father. His mission was to infiltrate the Kingdom of Airyglyph. However, they were overwhelmed by the Storm Brigade. In order to save his men, my father diverted the enemies' attention to himself while the rest of the squad escaped. He succeeded in defeating the soldiers. Unfortunately, he wasn't heard from since then. That was on the account of what a fellow soldier of his told me. It was later found out that my father died in a duel with Count Woltar. He fought valiantly, but in the end, he asked the captain to give him a proper honor. He did not wish to be tortured like a wild animal, so Woltar respectfully carried out his wish. After that incident, I was taken in by a man and his daughter that you already know."

"Who?"

"This warrior is the oldest in our party and fairly wise. Yet, he's also over there angering that lum."

Cyrus looked around the training area and saw Adray at the stables taunting a lum with a carrot. "You mean..."

"That's right." After putting up with Adray's idea of "fun" for long enough, the lum turned around and kicked Adray hard, sending the veteran warrior flying backward. As soon as he crashed in front of the two, Cyrus inhaled sharply and Nel looked away. The young swordsman then pulled out a piece of paper and raised it up, showing 8.0. "After my father went missing, Adray became my guardian and treated me like another daughter and Clair treated me as a sister. When I turned eighteen, it was time to take the responsibilities that my father had before myself. The training was tough, but I succeeded. From that point on, I was now in charge of the Crimson Blade, carrying out my father's duties."

"Whoa..." Cyrus said gasped. "Deep...Anyways, again, I'm sorry about what happened Nel."

"No. Now's not the time to dwell on the past."

There was a short pause. "You're right," Cyrus said as they both stood up. "If we do, we're only putting our present and future at jeopardy."

"You've been listening to Cliff haven't you?" she asked playfully.

"Hey, he's bound to say somethin' worth while. Course, that takes some time in itself." Nel chuckled.

"So there you two are," a voice that sounded like Cliff said. The two turned around and saw the group standing behind them.

"So what are you guys doing here?" Maria asked.

"We were just having a conversation," Nel said.

"Okay," Fayt said. "But if you two are here, then where's Adray?"

Cyrus and Nel got out of the way and Cyrus pointed to the unconscious body. "It's the knocked out old guy with horseshoe prints on his face," he joked. "Can't miss him."

Albel walked past the group with a flat expression on his face. "Hey, where're you going?" Cliff yelled.

"To the lava caves, fool," Albel said. "I have more important things to do than listen to you maggots. We've found the Aquarian wench and the other worm, so there's no excuse to stay here. Let's go."

"Gets on your nerves, don't he?" Cyrus asked Nel.

"I would personally cut his mouth off and shove it up his ass," she said in a bitter tone. Cyrus gulped and pulled the collar of his trench coat with his finger.

"We're just glad he decided to cooperate," Maria said.

"If I was hung from shackles, I'd do whatever it takes to stay out, myself," Cliff said.

"Anytime, maggots," Albel called. With sighs coming from each member, the group went to the Kirlsa Caverns, ready to undertake their new mission.

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Part 15.3: Mountain Mayhem

The group arrived in the Mountains of Barr, the dragon's paradise and the Marquis' turf. Everyone was amazed at the many dragons that flew in their midst. Albel, however, didn't care less. He hated dragons with a passion, and everyone knew of this. However, he wasn't one to let personal feelings stand in the way of a certain task. Especially if it was given by the king himself, or in this case; if his freedom was at stake. "The dragons are flocking like birds," Cliff said as he observed the abundance of the flying reptiles. "Can we really make it through here?"

"An old legend says people used to live in these mountains," Nel informed.

"With the dragons?" Maria asked in astonishment.

"They probably had some way of communicating with them," Fayt said.

"Yeah, sure," Cyrus said in a snide tone. "I find it hard to believe they knew the difference between 'I'll have you at dinner' or 'I'll have you for dinner.'"

"Why are we here anyway?" Roger asked. "Aren't we suppose to be at the lava caves?"

"In order to get to the Ursa Lava 'Caves,' you need to go inside the mountain, fool," Albel hissed.

"How was I suppose to know, ya nutjob," Roger snapped.

The group pressed on, traversing on the mountain path. Cyrus began listening to the "Mount Terroir" theme from the game Musashi: Samurai Legend. On their way, the group had to defeat the local dragons and the porcupines that made their home on the mountain. In one battle with porcupines, however, Cliff and Roger learned the hard way about close combat with these rodents. After the fight, it took about twenty minutes to take the quills out of their skin. "I think we have learned an important lesson about porcupines," Maria said.

"Don't start..." Cliff grumbled as Cyrus plucked the quills from his body.

"You know, there's a bright side to this," Cyrus said.

"It's not you with these in ya," Roger replied.

"There's that. Also, some people use the quills as an ingredient to soups or for other purposes. I'm happy you got them for me."

"Glad we could be of service," Cliff said in a sarcastic tone as he saw Cyrus putting some of the quills in his pack.

The group pressed onwards, scaling the cliffs carefully. Cyrus looked up at the sky every once in a while. To him, the heat was just as hot as in Mosel. Then again, he's wearing a trench coat most of the time, so there's no surprise there. He also wondered about what was happening at home. How were his parents doing? What were his homies up to? Was his sensei alright? How much time passed in his world? Who saved on their car insurance by switching to Geico? Those were only a few questions that ran through his mind. It wasn't long until the group stopped. They arrived at a small boneyard. They looked around, nothing but remains of dragons. "What are we supposed to do now?" Cliff asked.

"It seems there is no way to continue," Adray said. "If only I could actually fly."

"We've heard the stories, old man," Albel said.

Roger pulled out his ax, as he heard the beat of flapping wings. "Do you guys hear that?" he asked.

The group became quiet. The sound became more apparent. "Yeah," Maria complied. "Something's coming."

"I think it's more than one," Fayt said. As if on cue, Fayt was whisked off in the talons of a large Feral Dragon. "Help!"

"Fayt!" Cyrus shouted. Suddenly, more dragons appeared from the sky, swooping down and picking up the members of the group. In seconds, everyone was in the claws of a large, black reptile.

"What's going on here!" Roger yelled, as he was held by his metal arm.

"Do you think they're here for a snack?" Cliff asked as he was carried by the shoulders.

"I'm pretty sure there not here to hunt," Nel said calmly, being held by each arm. "It seems we violated their territory."

"Really?" Albel asked as he was held by his metal arm. "I couldn't tell. I guess the bones were a 'dead' giveaway."

"Let's sizzle down, homies," Cyrus said as he was upside down, holding his cap with one hand and the MP3 Player in the other. "The last thing I want to be is a big, black splat on the ground."

"He has a point," Adray said, being held by the mid section.

"You shouldn't 've opened your mouth about flying, worm!" Albel snapped.

"Shut up, Nox," Nel hissed.

Albel scoffed. "... Aquarian wench..."

"Oh yeah, quality time," Cyrus said under his breath. He then saw the dragon in front, the one with Fayt in its claws, drop the blue-haired swordsman from an altitude around where they were at. "Uh oh," he said to himself. "I'm gettin' that 'painful' feeling."

The group looked at Cyrus and saw a figure similar to Fayt falling to the ground. "Why do I get the bad luck," Cliff whined. In moments, the group descended to the ground, yelling as they fell. Fayt just got up, just to witness his comrades coming down on him. He tried to run, but slipped. By the time he got his footing, it was too late. The group was now a massive pile of weary bodies.

"I've had better days..." Fayt said under the mass.

"I'm glad we could drop in," Cyrus said sarcastically.

"I know what you mean..." the sound of a muffled Roger said. "Luckily, I landed on something soft, today."

"You have three seconds to remove your head from my chest," the voice of an angry Maria said.

He looked up and saw Maria pissed off. Face red and her green eyes staring him down. Roger nervously chuckled. "I've been a naughty boy..." As soon as he said that, Roger was fired out of the pile while at the same time, the mound was separated. Adray, Cliff, Cyrus and Fayt's eyes were open wide and mouths dropped. They couldn't believe that she was able to punish Roger and get everyone out of the mass at the same time.

"Word of advice: Never piss off Maria or Nel," Cliff said.

"I heard that," Cyrus said.

"Respect the ladies if you are to survive unscathed," Adray said.

"Glad I'm not him..." Fayt said.

Maria turned around to her comrades shocked expressions and simply brushed her head back. "Shall we go?" she asked calmly.

Nel walked beside Maria with her hands at her sides. "Let's."

"Please help heal my wounds, m'lady," Roger pleaded.

Nel gave Roger a blank look. "I think I'll pass." The grouped then heard a few screeches. They looked around the area and saw that it was crawling with Mini-Dragons.

"It seems we have to tread carefully," Adray said.

"That's what it looks like," Nel replied.

"What are you worms babbling about?" Albel asked. "These maggots aren't a threat. How about you stand back and watch me clear a path," he said as he pulled out his katana.

"Whatever makes you useful," Cliff said.

In a matter of moments, Albel was slashing the small dragons like there was no tomorrow. In seconds there was a clear path. "And there you have it," he said in a simple tone. Suddenly, small chirps were being heard. Then the chirps became louder and somewhat threatening. They turned around and saw an entire squad of the Mini Dragons, ready to attack. "So, all you worms want some?" Albel yelled. "Take your best shot maggots!" As Albel walked forward, Nel and Cyrus grabbed both arms. "Let me go, fools!" he shouted.

"As much as I love to see you ripped to shreads..." Nel said, "... we need you as a living guide... not a cadaver..."

"You can demonstrate the bushido code later..." Cyrus said. "... But right now... I think it's time to haul ass..."

"I ain't goin' nowhere, fools!" Albel yelled. Unfortunately for him, Cyrus and Nel dragged the flailing Glyphian to the group. The dragons were hot on their trail. Everyone ran for their lives from the low flood of red, until they saw a cave.

"Hey look," Fayt said. "Let's get in, quick!" The group entered the cave in haste. The looked back and saw that the reptiles backing away from the entrance.

"That was too close..." Cliff said panting.

"It's good you found this cave, dog," Cyrus applauded. "Being a chew toy wasn't how I want to go."

Suddenly, the group heard a loud growl emanating through the cave. "What the-?" Adray said. The group got in their battle positions. From around the corner, a small, pink creature appeared. The group was sorta embarrassed that the cause of alarm came in the form of a cute little dragon. Adray gave a haughty laugh.

"Is that a baby dragon?" Fayt asked.

They carefully approached the dragon. Fayt, Cyrus and Maria knelt infront of it. "I admit," Maria said, "it is adorable."

"It's cute when young, yet kicks ass when grown," Cyrus said. "I shall call you Lagi."

"Lagi?" Cliff said in confusion.

"It's from a game. Lagi is the name of a powerful dragon, known to be the savior of the people in a post-apocalyptic planet, ruled by a power hungry empire. With every reincarnation, it boasts the ability to change into many dragons and, with the help of a rider, saves the continent from destruction."

"Oh please, worm," Albel exasperated. "It's a lizard with wings, dammit! Don't try to make it anything other than that." Too bad for him, he was being ignored by everyone. They were too busy petting the dragon to listen to Albel's derogatory remarks. "Lagi" walked away from the group and moved its head from them back to the front.

"I think Lagi wants us to follow," Fayt guessed.

"Now we're being led by the reptile?" Albel sceamed. "Have you thought that its parents are nearby?"

"Loosen up, Mr. Wicked," Cliff said.

"I'll loosen you up!" They followed their new friend to the other end of the cave. Outside, there seemed to be no enemies. Just the sound of a crashing waterfall.

"Thanks, Lagi," Cyrus said. "You're crack-o-lakin', D." The dragon cocked its head and gave a confused look at the group.

"I don't know what he said, either," Nel said. "But I think he means you were a big help." Lagi changed it enigmatic stare into a happy face.

"Alright," Cliff said. "Let's go." The group continued their quest. They went out the new path, but accidently fell upon each other again after they fell in a hole. They recovered and left the newly discovered cave. By the time they left, they noticed that the sunlight was fading.

"It's getting dark," Adray said.

"We better get somewhere safe," Fayt replied.

"Yeah, it's bad enough out here as is," Cyrus agreed.

"There could be a smaller cave around here," Maria said. "We should settle there."

"I don't see why you worms want to stop," Albel said. "But it's not like I'm in a hurry." Albel continued his walk. Cliff simply raised his hands and Nel shut her eyes.

The group hiked up the mountain, looking for shelter, by daybreak, the group had made it to the entrance of a small cave behind a waterfall. "This shelter seems hospitable," Nel said.

Fayt walked inside the den. "What the–?" he shouted. The group quickly rushed in to see what made him yell. They quickly found out that this lair was occupied by the resident evil. It was a Blue Dragon Zombie, and it wasn't ready to give up its territory.

"This is what you call hospitable, wench?" Albel sneered.

"Stay alert," Maria said. "We've dealt with these before."

"It's time for this fool to rest in peace!" Cyrus said.

Cyrus played "Poem" by Taproot and the battle began. Cliff charged at the corpse and used Sphere of Might. Unfortunately, the attack didn't cause much damage. All four swordsman charged into the monster, blades ready to slice and dice. As they were closed in, the monster blew a lick of Fire Breath. The attack caused the warriors to fall backwards. The only attack that seemed to do some kind of damage was Maria's Scatter Beam. Roger ran toward the creature, dropping his Land Mines. As Maria kept shooting, Roger ran around the diverted monster. The zombie was in range to use its Fire Breath. Unfortunately, the attack was interrupted as the explosives went off. With the combined attacks of the lasers and explosives, the Dragon Zombie began weaken, greatly. Nel also came into the brawl. In less than a few minutes, the enemy was destroyed. The remains seeped into the ground, where it belonged.

"Now that was poetry," Roger said.

"You finally did something right," Maria said.

"Thank you, m'lady."

After the group healed themselves, they looked around the cave in shock. "These are...!" Fayt said in terror.

"...Dragon skeletons!" Maria finished.

"It must be a dragon graveyard," Cliff said.

"Somethin' serious must've gone down," Cyrus quoted. Suddenly, they hear a strange sound echoing through the cave.

"Sounds like an air dragon!" Cliff yelped. "Where the heck is it?"

Nel stood calmly. "There's no need to panic," she said. She walked over to one of the remains. The sound of the creature was heard more distinctly. "It's only the wind blowing through this bone here." She pulled out the bone and the group looked at it.

"Ah," Adray said relieved. "It is but a dragon's windpipe, a well deserved prize."

"Okay, why?" Cyrus asked.

"A dragon's windpipe is quite a valuable item," Nel answered. "I've heard that flutes made from them can produce special sounds."

"Sounds like something special," Fayt said.

Roger looked outside the cave. "It looks like we're gonna have to stay here tonight," he said.

"Fine, who wants to stand watch?" Cliff asked.

"I have an idea," Nel said. She pulled out her dagger and laid it on the ground.

"We playin' a new version of spin the bottle?" Cyrus asked.

"You could say that." Cyrus gave Nel a cock-eyed look. "Everyone get in a circle. I'm going to spin my dagger. Whoever the blade points to will be on look out."

"Sounds fair, fool," Albel said. "Simple, but fair." Nel glanced at him, but she shook her head and spun her dagger. It revolved around for five minutes. Albel took a glance at it every so often. The group looked intently at the spinning knife. Then it slowed down until it stopped on... Cyrus. The swordsman knew there were no do-overs in this game.

"Guess I'm workin' the graveyard shift," he shrugged.

"Well, now that were done, how 'bout we move some of these bones and get some shut-eye," Cliff said as he stretched his arms.

As Cyrus moved to the cave opening, Albel passed by saying, "Sleep tight, worm. Don't let the dragons kill you."

"Thanks for your concern, homes," Cyrus replied. Later on, when it was night in the mountain, Cyrus looked up in the sky, staring at the moon. He still couldn't help but wonder what was going on. "Why was I chosen to travel this path?" he asked himself. "Is it really destiny, or is this all a mistake?" Cyrus then heard a sound of footsteps. He turned around and saw Maria walking towards him. "Still up I see," he said in a casual voice.

"You could say that." There was a brief pause. "Cyrus?"

"Yo."

"Why is Lystara so interested in us?" Cyrus quickly turned his head toward the blue-haired leader. "She made a clone of you out of thin air and she knew about my Alteration gene. Not even I knew about that ability. I still find it hard to believe I have the power to cross other dimensions."

Cyrus looked down to the ground. "I have no idea," he said. "I do know one thing. She's a dangerous foe. And with my clone at her side, she's even more so than before. But if she's able to do so with me..." The two looked at Fayt, sleeping peacefully behind them.

"With both yours and his at her side, she could be a powerful foe," Maria said.

"I know." Cyrus said in a depressed tone. He shook his head and decided it was time to change the subject. "But we can't do anything at the moment. Though we are against a deadly foe, we must forget about her. Right now, we gotta find a way to get off this rock ball and to the ship."

"Yes. How are we going to get anything accomplished if we keep focusing on something else."

"Exactly."

"Also, Cyrus, thanks."

"Huh?"

"If you didn't stop Stratus, I would've been..." As Maria was about to finish, she felt some weight land on her arm. She turned to her left and saw Cyrus out like a light. She made a light smile and looked up in the sky.

The next morning, Cyrus felt a sharp kick in his back. "Wha-? Hey what's your problem, he said looking up.

"You made it through the night, maggot," was the response Albel gave.

"So what is it?" Cyrus asked in a groggy tone.

"It's time to move, fool. So get your ass up and check your stuff."

Cyrus got up and brush himself off. "Gee, if I ever need an alarm clock, I'll be sure to call you," he snapped sarcastically. Albel scoffed. He put his claw on the hilt of his katana and walked outside. "'So get your ass up and check your stuff,'" he repeated wryly. The group trekked down the mountain. They made a brief stop at a workshop where Fayt modified the windpipe into a Dragon Bone Flute. They went back to the cave (the one they fell into the day before) Where they found a staircase to an old ruin. The entrance, however; was blocked by a dragon relief.

"Great, a picture's in the way," Cliff said.

"Are you sure this is the way to the caves?" Nel asked.

"Of course, wench," Albel said. "Do you doubt me?"

"I don't," Cyrus said. He walked up to the large rune. He began to inspect the wall. He even tapped his sword on the barrier.

"What are you doing?" Roger asked.

"This thing is pretty thick and there's no cracks," he deduced. "Funny. You'd see a small hole or at least hear a distortion somewhere." "I guess it's time to use plan B," he thought. "Fayt, could I see the flute?"

"Sure, I guess." Fayt handed the object to Cyrus.

Somehow, Cyrus was able to play the notes. In no time at all, the relief disappeared and the ruins were now open. "Hey look, ancient passage!" he said facetiously.

"The maggot came in useful after all," Albel said.

"Your welcome, too," Cyrus said. "I'm gettin' bored. Let's get this over."

"Right," Fayt said. "Let's go." The group entered the chamber and went a room on the left. Inside this place they made a gory discovery.

On the far side of the room were remains of brass dragons floating in test tubes. In the middle of the lab, laid a blood stained test table. This was a sight that made Cyrus' stomach turn. "Man, I think I just lost my appetite" he thought.

"Live together with dragons?" Cliff asked himself. "Is this what that means?"

"They entered the dragons' lair, hunted them down, and then performed all kinds of experiments on them," Fayt said.

"Why would they do such a thing?" Roger asked.

"Research," Cyrus said simply. "For a civilization to progress, sometimes sacrifices are made. In this case, to learn about life means execution for advancement of knowledge."

"What a barbaric way to learn," Adray said.

"Seems so," Cliff reply. "If they were really living together, they wouldn't mercilessly slaughter them like this."

"How terrible," Nel said. Albel huffed in response to the comment. "Something wrong?" she turned and asked.

"Do you realized how many dragons we've killed so far?" Albel asked.

"But we–!"

"'We had no choice,' is what you were going to say, right? Either way you look at it, there's really not much of a difference."

Everyone in the room was silent. "There is a difference," Cyrus said. "What we did was self-defense. The people in this lab were wack. They went around with their swords or whatever, and shanked everything that moved. Then they threw the remains here in jars and moved on to the next. You call that as no difference?"

"How about you study our predicament more carefully, fool?" Albel asked. "We are no different from them. Think about it. We killed to survive. The people here didn't kill just for sport. They also needed to defend themselves. The reason for this is simple. We're trespassers on their territory."

"You're right, there. But again you're missing the simple factor of why we're here: cause. We came here to get help. None of us actually intended on coming here. Our only business in the place is to find the Lord of the air dragons and save the kingdoms. The people that were here recently came for nothing like that. They came on an 'expedition.' Look around. This ain't our lab. We didn't come here to persecute anything. In short, we ain't them. There's always a difference, G."

Albel gave a light cackle. "Whatever, maggot. Having to reason with you is wasting time. Why am I bringing myself down to you fools level anyhow. Let's hurry up. The sooner we do this, the quicker you fools can go back to... wherever the hell you came." With that, Albel walked out the room.

Cyrus folded his arms and glared. "Man, he ticks me off. But I guess the home boy has his reasons," he shrugged.

"Yeah, but if I have to deal with that any longer..." Cliff pound his fist into his hand. "It's going to get real ugly."

"Let's hope it doesn't come to that," Fayt said. The group left the lab and hooked back up with Albel. They head north through the corridor and into a large room filled with pads. Unfortunately, there were more dragon carvings in the way.

"Man, why do all relief paintings have to look like this?" Cliff asked.

"Yeah," Maria said in agreement.

"There's something written here," Nel said as she saw some writing under the relief. "It looks like Dragon Runes. 'Offer the dragon's cranium while within the cross.' 'The dragon reliefs seek nothing than their favorite sound.' What could that mean?"

"I think I know..." Cyrus said as he left.

"Where are you going, maggot?" Albel asked.

"I gotta check somethin' out." Cyrus went back to the lab. He took out a skull from one of the tubes and punched out a large top section. He held back the urge to throw up. He held up the Dragon's Cranium in his right hand and thought to himself, "I literally popped a cap from a dragon... I feel so... dirty." He shuddered at the end of his thought. When he looked back at the tube he obtained the skull from, he had envisioned someone in it. Someone familiar. Not only that, he also heard whispers saying "Project: Yggdrasil." His eyes opened wide at this. It was something coming straight from a sci-fi movie. He quickly shook his head, regaining composure. "I wonder what that was? Heh... Must be something I watched before coming to this dimension." With that thought, he calmly went back to the group. "I got the bone."

"Do you really think it meant an actual cranium?" Adray asked.

"It's worth a shot," Cyrus shrugged.

"We can't really do anything, anyway," Maria said. "I have a feeling that we need to activate these floor pads."

"It's worth a shot," Fayt said. The group moved throughout the ruin. With the help of the bone flute, they were able to trigger the mats. Afterwards, Fayt gave up the Dragon's Cranium as an offering. Up north, at the entrance to the lava caves, the group was ready to take there first steps into the unknown territory. As the approached, something glided toward them. It appeared to be a child hovering above. Looking around thirteen years of age, the kid's most distinguished feature was the long feather on his hat. He hovered behind the crew with a small grin on his face. "Who's that?" Fayt asked.

"Hello there!" the boy said. "It's been quite some time since anybody's come this way! It's gonna be fun having somebody to beat up again!"

"Great," Cliff huffed. "The only thing worse than a spoiled brat, is a flying one."

"I'll act like it wasn't referring to me," Roger muttered.

"It wasn't. But if you insist..."

"I guess you two worms are with me," Albel said.

The two looked at him oddly, but accepted his offer. Albel, Cliff and Roger charged into battle against Robin Wind. It was and arduous one to say the least. At one point, it seem that the three had the upper hand. Then the tables turned as Robin Wind began to use his signature moves: Aerial Slash and Rising Stream. The group wanted to join, but either Cliff or Albel would tell them to stay put. They were more focused on their pride than anything else. In time, the three were victorious as Albel, Cliff and Roger delivered the final strike to the flying foe. "No!" Robin Wind shouted. "You bullies! I'll be back for you! Just wait and see!" With the threat made, Robin Wind made a hasty retreat.

"The kid needs to lay off the juice," Cyrus said.

"I think I know what you mean," Maria replied.

"Now that he's gone," Fayt said, "Let's go."

"Yeah," Cyrus said. The group entered the Ursaa Lava Caves, ready to complete the mission that will determine success, or failure.

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Part 15.4: Simple Complexity

As soon as the group stepped in the lava caves, they began to feel the hot temperatures. The place was filled with pools of lava (hence its name) and monsters galore. It's hard to believe the Marquis would make its home out here. Cyrus pulled his arms out of the trench coat's sleeves and snapping the top buttons, wearing it as a cloak. The group walked forward and saw three paths to choose from. "So which way?" Adray asked. "It seems that we are completely stuck. What do you suppose, Master Fayt?"

"It seems that we need to split up."

"One problem," Roger said. "Three paths and one... two... three... eight of us."

"Three of us take two, two of us take one," Cliff said.

"So what are the teams?" Nel asked.

"It seems me, Cliff and Adray can take the left path," Fayt said. "Albel and Roger can take the middle. That only leaves the right to you, Cyrus and Maria."

"Hold on, worm," Albel said with abject. "Why do I get partnered up with this maggot?"

"Why can't I be with Nel? I've been good," he said in a sweet voice. "Why do I get grouped with this dimwit?"

"Dimwit? If I do remember, I wasn't the one who sought entertainment by picking my own mucus and scratching my ass."

"Yet you are the one who is wearing a dress and wearing braids like a little girl."

"I have a feeling that they've answered each other's problems," Cliff said.

"Yeah, I think you're right," Fayt agreed.

"Let's go before they involve us in this damn dispute," Cyrus said.

"Right," Nel replied. The group parted ways; except for Albel and Roger who were still arguing.

"Man, those dudes are some work, huh?" Cyrus said.

"You're telling me," Maria said. "It's strange how similar they are and they don't even know it."

"Both are obnoxious and intolerable," Nel said.

"They're crazy," Cyrus said. "Strong, but crazy." All three gave small chuckles. By the time they got to the end of the path. They saw themselves in the presence of a large stone carving that appeared to resemble a rabbit. "I don't know about you... but that's the biggest lagomorph I've ever seen," he said in astonishment. The statue must've been about fifteen feet tall. Bigger than portrayed in the game.

"I wonder why someone made this?" Nel asked.

"Same here," Maria said.

Cyrus moved behind the large stone and plucked out some Rabbit Ears Keys. He moved back to the women and showed him what he found. "I wonder what the keys are for?" Cyrus asked.

"A door perhaps?" Maria said in a sarcastic tone.

"Funny," Cyrus replied in a simple tone.

"Where's a door here?" Nel pondered.

"Well, there's no point staying here," Maria said. "Let's see if the others found anything."

"It's not like I wanna stay and watch lava flow," Cyrus said wryly. They went back the way they came and stopped. They saw that Fayt and his party made it back.

"What did you guys find?" Adray asked.

"Nothing much," Cyrus said. "Just a key." Cyrus handed the item to Fayt, who studied it carefully.

"Rabbit ears... I wonder..."

"Fayt...?" Maria said, wondering what the azure-headed boy was thinking about.

"I think we found something. C'mon." Fayt and the entire group rushed to the left path. When they got there, they saw a door in the way.

Cyrus walked toward the door and saw a message. "Hey, a note. 'No Monsters Allowed. Don't go looking for a spare key! By the Bunny.' I didn't know monsters could read."

"Neither did I," Nel said.

"I guess the spare key is the Rabbit Ears Key?" Fayt wondered.

"There's only one way to find out," Cliff said. Fayt nodded and inserted the key into the hole. He twisted the lock and the door was opened.

"I guess this is it," Fayt said. They went inside the new area, only to find themselves blinded by the steamy fog that covered the place. "This fog is thick."

"No kidding, worm," Albel said.

"So how are we supposed to get around?" Cliff asked.

"A true warrior uses more than just his eyes," Adray said.

"Not another speech, old man," Albel groaned.

"He must also harbor his other four senses in order to achieve true victory."

"So what do you suppose we do?" Roger asked. "Lick our way to safety?"

"I don't think that's what he meant, Roge," Cyrus replied in a low tone. "I think it's time to feel."

"It seems like that's our only choice," Fayt said. The group felt their way through the cave, hoping they make to wherever it is in time. There efforts finally pay off when they wind up at a small house in the middle of the volcano. "A house?" Fayt said, asking no one in particular.

"I think it's fine," Cyrus said. "Let's go in. See what's up."

The group nodded and Cyrus opened the door. Inside, the place was small. "Hey!" a voice shouted. "Who are you?" The group turned. The owner of the question was a small rabbit-like humanoid wearing a green hat and a button up shirt; also green. "Didn't you see the message not to search for a spare key?"

"Spare key?" Fayt asked.

"He probably means the Rabbit Ears Key," Maria said.

"Oh yeah. That key."

"Well, no matter," the humanoid said. "Besides, you don't seem to be monsters. So, what do you want?"

"First, let's introduce ourselves. I'm Fayt. This is Maria. And he's Cyrus."

"These guys are also with us," Maria said.

"Hey, I have a name, too, you know!" Albel hissed.

"I'm Vanilla," the resident said. "Pleased to meet you."

"Likewise," Cyrus said.

"We've come to speak with the Marquis, the dragon who lives somewhere in these caves," Fayt said.

"Speak with…him?" Vanilla replied, scratching his head. "Hmm… The entrance to his lair is blocked by volcanic rock. You can't get in."

"Aren't you in charge of these caves?"

"I have nothing to do with this place. I'm just an uninvited guest."

"Oh... Shocking," Cyrus said.

"Bah… I told you this place was a waste of time. Fool." Albel said to Nel.

"I don't remember you saying that," Nel responded.

"Me neither." With that said, Nel put her hand on her forehead, feeling a headache coming on.

"Is there any way to remove the volcanic rock?" Fayt asked Vanilla.

"There's a way, but… I'll need a glowstone to make a Ring of Disintegration. You could use that to remove it."

"A Ring of Disintegration?" Maria said.

"'Disintegration' refers to a special runological force that makes objects disappear forever," Vanilla explained. "A Ring of Disintegration is an item with just such a power. Anyone can use it."

"Are you saying you can make a Ring of Disintegration for us?" Fayt asked.

"Well, I am an inventor, appearances notwithstanding. A glowstone… Hmm… Do you know the Airyglyph Aqueducts? I believe there's one hidden in the ice-covered room there. Do you really want a Ring of Disintegration that badly?"

"Yep. We have to speak with the Marquis."

Vanilla begins to think. "When do you need it by?"

"Then you'll make one for us?" Maria asked.

"Well, it'll put food on the table. So, when do you need it by?"

"As soon as possible."

"How much will you pay me to make it?"

"Umm… Let's see…" Fayt thought.

"How 'bout thirty grand?" Cyrus asked.

"As in thirty thousand fol.?" Vanilla asked. "Really? You'll pay that much? Yippee!" Vanilla was now ecstatic.

Fayt was speachless. "Oh, uhh… Hold on a sec."

"Fayt, easy, homes," Cyrus replied, trying to calm him down. "The rabbit lives in a cave. A lava cave. The least he could afford with that money is a pack of ice, a fan even."

"A man never goes back on his word," Vanilla said. "Isn't that right, young lady?" Maria was speechless and Cyrus raised an eye brow. "All right then, the entrance to the room where you'll find the glowstone is covered in ice. Use these disintegration bombs to break through, and then bring the glowstone back to me. I'm only giving you ten, so don't go wasting them. Oh, and… Take this, too. Equipping it will give you more experience for beating even weak enemies. Of course, it makes them more challenging, too." Vanilla hands Fayt disintegration bombs and a Gutsy Bunny.

"Challenging toward the weak, eh?" Cyrus said. "Sounds fun."

"Thanks," Fayt said in appreciation.

"I'll be waiting right here," Vanilla said.

"Well, chow," Cyrus replied as he left toward the door.

"Where are you going?" Fayt asked.

"It sounds simple enough," Cyrus said cooly. "Get in, get the rock, get out. Nothing else, right?"

"Are you sure?"

"Positive."

"I'll go to," Nel said. "Nox, over there, is becoming unbearable."

"Alright," Fayt said. "Just be careful."

"You got it," Cyrus said.

"Have fun on your date," Cliff called out jokingly. Nel and Maria gave the Klausian a stern look, sending chills down his spine.

"Try not to crash anymore ships while I'm away," Cyrus replied, causing some of the group laugh. The trip would be much shorter as there was a representative of the Dragon Brigade willing to lend his services. The two for the caves. In less than an hour, the group arrived at the Aqueducts. "If I were a glowstone, where would I hang?" he asked himself.

"I think it's this way," Nel said as she carefully walked north. Cyrus was about to ask, but shrugged instead and walked behind her. They used a bomb on the chunk of ice in their way. When they entered the room, they looked in a few treasure chest and found the glowstone.

"See? Easy," Cyrus said. Suddenly, they felt the ground below them quake.

"I don't think you should've said that," Nel said. At the moment the quake started, it mysteriously ended as a small rift appeared. It seemed as though it was sucking up, but instead, something came out. He landed in a kneeling position and stood straight. The vortex closed. Both Nel and Cyrus knew who this enemy was. It was none other than a smiling Stratus.

"Why hello, all," he said in glee. "I wonder where Maria is? I was hoping I could carry out my mission and kill her today."

"Back off, you crunk copy," Cyrus said.

"Oh, I'm hurt. Don't you remember that I'm your alter ego? The yang to your yin? The good in your evil."

"Evil?" Nel said. "You're the that's carrying out Lystara's orders. You're trying to destroy us for what? So you could get on her good side?"

"You dare speak about Ms. Catalysta with such imprudence?" Stratus shouted. "Nay I say, wench! Lystara plans to recreate this universe and regenerate it as her own vision. She not only wants to do it in this dimension, but in others to. Making them all into what she would call, perfection. In order to do that, however, all she asks is for you to surrender your will to our own. Isn't sacrificing your pathetic lives a small price to pay?"

"You make me sick," Nel hissed.

"I used to think my yang was the smart side," Cyrus began, "but after speaking to you, I guess it's down a few brain cells. Right now, you're looking like her puppet, no, worse. Her own personal towel boy."

"You incompetent..." Stratus was saying plainly, but he cut himself off. "If this is how it is, then I guess you'll leave me no choice. You shall die at the hands of my ice cold steel."

"Bring it on," Cyrus said.

"We can take whatever you can throw at us," Nel said.

"Don't say I didn't warn you," Stratus replied.

Cyrus turned his MP3 Player to "The True Mirror (Guitar Version)" from the Baten Kaitos soundtrack. Stratus charged at both members, but Nel and Cyrus dodged out of the way. The two jumped high and catapulted themselves at Stratus. Stratus looked up and saw the attacks coming. He raised his hand and shouted, "Light Beam!" In moments, a stream of light shot from the palm of his hand and hit both warriors. They fell hard on the ground, but were able to pick themselves up. Stratus then added the light element to his sword: Light Sword; and charged at Nel. He went for a jab, but Nel blocked with her daggers. Cyrus, who already activated Darkness Blade, came in to make a slash, but Stratus pushed himself back. He punched Cyrus as soon as he turned to face him.

Cyrus staggered back a bit and moved his jaw. "You've gotten stronger since the last time we met," he said.

Stratus was about to use Break Beats on Cyrus, but Nel quickly countered the attack with her Shadow Wave. Stratus' was now on the ground and Cyrus dropped with him, but the clone didn't give up yet. He kicked back up and cross slashed both opponents with his Light Sword. Both the Crimson Blade and the dark shizznit were sent back a bit. Stratus jumped on a sheet of ice, avoiding Nel and Cyrus' strikes from the daggers and sword. From up there, Stratus smugged and launched his Ice Needles. The two barely dodged the technique. When they landed back on the ground, they were beginning to show the effects of pain and fatigue. Stratus leapt down from the block and stalked them. He put his sword back in his sheath and stopped inches away from in front of his opponents. He insulted them by brushing his shoulders. Stratus' body was now engulfed in a water cyclone. He began using the break dancing move called the flare. Each swing of his legs caused more damage to Cyrus and Nel. After a few revolutions, Nel and Cyrus were down and unable to get up. "That was called the Water Cyclone Flash," Stratus said. "I hope you liked it." Both warriors tried to raise their heads, but were too weak. "Well this is the part where I say adieu as these will be the last breaths you make." As Stratus raised his sword, he stopped. "Lystara..." he said as he looked up. Both Cyrus and Nel gave him stern looks, but were unsure of what was going on. "Yes, ma'am... I'll let them slip..." He put his sword back in his sheath and looked down at them with a less than satisfied look. "It seems you two are lucky today. But mark my words, your fortune will run out." With that said, Stratus turned around and left through a small dimensional rip.

The two laid on the ground. After twenty minutes, they picked themselves up and used healing symbology on one another. They groaned as they felt aches all over their bodies. "Are you okay?" Nel asked.

"I can't believe I lost to him!" Cyrus shouted as he pounded the ground before he got up. "I feel so screwed. My own... copy, and I lost."

"Cyrus..." Nel said trying to lull the swordsman. "Stratus has gotten stronger than both of us. It's not our fault."

Cyrus sighed. He knew that Nel was right. "You're correct. If he didn't stop, we could've been shanked, six feet under," he began to ponder himself. "I guess we should forget that. Fo' all I know, Lystara boosted the power of that clone, somehow."

"We should be careful if we meet him again," Nel advised.

"Yeah. I hate to say it, but if we don't watch it, we could be goners." Cyrus decided it was now time to change subject. "You still have the glowstone?"

"Yes," Nel said as she held the rock up. "We should head back. We've stayed here long enough."

"Let's go. I don't plan on staying in this freezer any longer." The two went back to the mountain via Dragon Brigade soldier. In an hour, the group returned to Vanilla's house, still sporting the scars from battle.

"Nel, Cyrus!" Fayt called.

"What happened m'lady," Roger asked.

"It was Stratus," Nel replied. "He appeared out of nowhere and attacked."

"What?" Adray shouted in shock. "The being with no soul."

"That's right," Cyrus explained. "Except he's like, super charged now."

"Vanilla, is it okay that they rest here?" Maria asked.

"No, we're fine," Nel quickly said.

"Yes, we already had some rest in Airyglyph," Cyrus said.

"Are you sure you can go on?" Cliff asked.

"Positive," Cyrus said. "Besides, we were taken off guard, that's all." The swordsman walked over and gave Vanilla the glowstone. "Here's the rock, rabbit dude."

"All right, wait just a moment. I'll make the ring for you." The bunnyman went to work. In about an hour and a half, Vanilla presented the Fayt with a brand new Disintegration Ring. "Done! Here's your Ring of Disintegration. This is something that really requires more time and money. But, since both are in short supply, I only could make a ring that disintegrates certain things. Time and money are far more important than talent, so it couldn't be helped."

Fayt was quiet. "Well now that we have the ring, let's go get us a dragon," Cliff said.

"Mr. Marquis, you're next on the list," Roger said. With that said, the group said farewell to Vanilla and left to find the Marquis, the lord of the air dragons.

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Part 15.5: Enter the Dragon

The group arrived back in the main chamber. They looked around and saw the only passage that hasn't been taken was the one in the middle. The group agreed to take the route. At the end of the passage, Fayt used the Disintegration Ring on the large rock, revealing a large door. "Well, this is it," Adray said. "All our efforts are just beyond this door."

"It's time, worms," Albel said.

"I've got to admit," Cyrus said. "I'm getting a little amped."

"I wonder if he grants wishes," Roger said. The group looked at the little Menodix oddly. "What?"

"I won't even go there," Cliff said.

"What matters is if we will be able to reason with this beast," Maria said.

"Our only hope for saving our kingdoms is if the Marquis will actually accept our proposal," Nel said.

"Let's hope he does," Fayt said. The group entered the room, and were in for a 'big' surprise. The group entered the room with shocked expressions. Inside this lair was a large orange dragon that looked more of a statue than a giant life form. The creature must of been twenty feet tall and between thirty or forty feet. Its main pair of wings may have spanned at least fifty feet from one tip to the other. At the moment, the monster was motionless.

"How come everything looks so damn bigger in person?" Cyrus asked himself.

"It's huge..." Fayt said.

"Now that's just too big," Maria said.

"I don't know about you, but that is the biggest lizard I've ever seen," Roger pointed out.

"We're lucky it's sleeping right now," Cyrus commented.

"I can see why they call him the Marquis," Cliff said. "Impressive."

"I really hope he'll go along with our proposal…" Nel trailed.

"It won't be that easy, fool," Albel stated, looking at Nel in the corner of his eye.

"What did you call me?" she said, pulling out her dagger.

Suddenly, the dragon's arm started to stir. "Huh? It moved!" Fayt said, being the first to notice.

The dragon's red eyes opened and its stretched it wings, causing a small tremor in the process. "Who dares disturb my sleep?" the dragon demanded.

"Oh shit," Cyrus said. "Cranky dragon be angry."

"Whoa!" Cliff yelped in astonishment. "The dragon talks?"

With that said, the dragon groaned. "…Another ill-mannered human, I see. Do you believe you are the masters of all creation? Why are you so surprised that other creatures can speak? You act as though you know everything. Ages pass, yet you humans never learn."

"Wow," Roger said. "It's not only the largest lizard, but a talented one, too."

"You really want to piss it off, do you?" Cyrus asked sternly toward the child. Roger was now laughing nervously.

Nel walked toward the large reptile and knelt before it. "I'm Nel Zelpher, agent of Aquaria. We've come to request the Marquis's aid, Your Excellency."

"A maiden of Aquaria?" the dragon said. "Speak your purpose."

"Yes, Your Excellency. A great threat is menacing these lands. We need Your Excellency's help to stop it."

The Marquis huffed. "I sensed the restlessness outside. What would you have me do?"

"We'd like you to bear the runological weapon we developed, so that we can deal with this threat."

"Imbeciles!" his excellency roared.

"I believe we could've left that part out," Adray whispered to Cliff.

"I think that would've been good."

"You would have me bear on my own back something made by human hands?" the dragon asked, defending his pride. "Do not insult me, humans. I am great and ancient, and you are nothing. How could you think I would acquiesce to such a foolish request?"

"It seems our reptile buddy needs some social skills," Cyrus said to Fayt, who nodded in response.

Nel stood up. "Even so, we cannot leave until you agree!"

"I could not care less!" the dragon scoffed.

"Nel, forget it," Cliff said. "Turkeys like this need to be smacked around a bit before they'll listen."

"Now that's a first," Albel said to himself. "We're both of the same opinion."

"I agree that humans are nothing special," Maria replied. "But I wonder if you are as great as you say you are. Perhaps you need a lesson in humility."

"Yes, in the 'west side's representin'' category," Cyrus replied.

"Your Excellency…" Fayt asked. "Is there no way you'll agree to cooperate?"

"None!" the dragon said in a flat tone.

"Oh well," Fayt said as they all pulled out their weapons. "We'll have to force you to listen!"

"You are free to try. Convince me of your worth and I shall listen to all you have to say!"

"We'll hold you to your word, Your Excellency!" Maria said.

"It is a promise I shall not have to keep!" The dragon outstretched its wings again and landed in the ring.

"Cyrus, Albel, you ready?" Fayt asked.

"Giant dragon gonna get bitch slapped," Cyrus replied.

"I've been waiting to see what this maggot got," Albel said. "Let's go, worms."

Cyrus turned his music player to "Vitriolic a Stroke" from Baten Kaitos and the fight began. Cyrus and Fayt charged at the large creature while Albel went in the lead with his furious zig-zagging attack. The giant air dragon charged at the swordsman, ready to stampede. The two forces clashed, Albel's metal arm was stopped by the larger foe's claw. Fayt and Cyrus jumped at the creature's head, every slash delivering it more damage than the last. Albel used his Shockwave Swirl at the enemy, causing the Marquis to crash to the ground. It picked itself up and began to stampede to the group. Cyrus and Albel got out of the way. At the last second, Fayt sidestepped from the dragon's large feet, inches away from becoming flatten. Albel rushed at the massive foe with Cyrus not too far behind. The Glyphian raised his claw and sword at the same time and slashed, giving the creature major damage. Cyrus looked at Fayt and both knew what to do. Fayt quickly rushed at the dragon lord and used Side Kick. All six strikes of fancy footwork caused damage in a large amount. The enemy was now weakened, but still standing. That was until Cyrus charged at him. He jumped up at chest level and used Raptor's Revenge. After five hard blows, the monster was down. "Some lord," Albel said. "Vox was more of a challenge than this worm."

Suddenly, the three heard a loud, but light chuckle. It came from the Marquis as it stood itself up. "Not bad for mere humans," he complemented. "And an even better challenge than that man who subdued Tempest. This shall be the first time in ages I have had to really earn my name!"

"Great, he's not down yet?" Fayt asked.

"I ain't gonna answer," Cyrus replied.

"Finally, some fun," Albel said.

Cyrus changed the track to "The Divine Spirit of Language," from Star Ocean: Till the End of Time. The three swordsmen charged at the Marquis again, but this time, the dragon used Doom Raid. It opened its wings and launched into the air. With every flap the creature kicked up strong winds. The trio were hit hard by the attack, but they weren't out. Cyrus activated his Darkness Blade ability and Fayt used Blazing Sword. The two charged at the Marquis and started slashing at the dragon, but went flew up in the air again. However, instead of using Doom Raid as Cyrus thought, the dragon used this as an advantage and started the breathe fire. All the swordsmen started evading the streams of flame. After a few minutes of dodging the attacks, the lord landed to the ground and aimed for Cyrus. The behemoth aimed at the warrior with its Supreme Fire Breathe. However, Cyrus quickly went under the dragon and decided that it was the perfect time to use Power Up. The Marquis knew where he was and slashed, but Cyrus quickly dodged the large claws of the beast and used Power Up on Fayt and Albel. The three attacked at the same time, causing serious damage to the Marquis. The Marquis was now seriously injured and began shooting fire at all corners. Unfortunately, none of the attacks connected. It was time to finish off his excellency. Albel used his Air Slash, which hit the monster hard. Fayt weakened it further with his Blade of Fury. All three were powerful and left majestic creature breathing heavily. Now it was time for the coup-de-gras, and Cyrus' smile showed that he was ready to deliver. Cyrus was surrounded by the dark aura and rushed at the creature like a streaking comet. The enemy dragon was another victim of the attack known as Shadow Slash. The attack was powerful enough to sent the monster back on its throne, falling down hard. The battle was now truly over. "Have I ever said that we were bad asses?" Cyrus asked rhetorically.

"We did it," Fayt said. "We defeated the Marquis."

The Marquis growled in pain. "…To live 700 years only to suffer at the hands of mere humans."

"Ouch, talk about the agony of defeat," Cyrus said.

"You'll keep you word, right?" Maria asked.

The weakened creature slowly rose it's tired body. "Though it is humiliating to serve your kind, breaking one's word is a despicable act," the Marquis replied. "I have no choice."

"All right, then," Nel said.

"You may ride on my back, small but powerful humans. I shall bear you wherever you desire."

"Don't need to sound depress, dude," Cyrus said. "You gotta admit, this would be one fo' the history books."

"I am not one who wishes to be entered in your records." The dragon lowered its large body down. Fayt, Cyrus and the rest of the gang climbed on the back of the large creature. Adray was giving loud laughs.

"Don't mind Adray," Roger said. "It's his first time."

"I see..."

"Ummm… What should we call you?" Fayt asked.

"Call me Crosell, little one."

"Well then, Crosell. Would you start by heading towards Castle Aquaria to the east?"

"As you wish!" The dragon stretched its large wings and flew out of the mountain. The group looked down at where the sights. It was amazing how the high they were.

Cyrus was among the amazed. He could hardly believe that he was riding on the back of a large reptile. "This is amazing!" he shouted in joy. "I can't believe that I'm actually flying on such a creature!"

"'Amazing' doesn't even scratch the surface," Adray said. "Neither does 'astounding' either. I don't think there is a word to describe this."

"Hold on!" Crosell said. "I'm sensing a disturbance."

"Is it another battleship?" Cliff asked.

"I don't think so," Maria said as she looked up at her left. The group turned their heads to the direction she was facing and saw a rift opening.

"What in the world...?" Albel said.

"Not here!" Fayt replied. Something quickly shot out from the vortex. The monster was large (around the same size as Crosell) and red. It had a massive head with no eyes, but sharp teeth. It was connected by a long neck that appeared to be attached by more of these teeth. The body was but an exoskeleton with strange, yet powerful legs. Its wings were large and flat. They looked like slender fingers connected by purple webbing. The last feature was a long flexible tail that ended with a whip like design. The creature screeched loudly, showing its large mouth in the process.

"No!" Cyrus thought in terror. "Not that!" he wished they he were hallucinating. Unfortunately, it was quite clear. This was real.

"What is this abomination?" Crosell asked. "A creature from the deepest parts of hell's dwelling?"

"Hello everyone," a voice similar to Cyrus said.

"Are you throwing your voice?" Albel asked.

"If only that was for real," Cyrus replied as he pointed at the figure on the beast.

It was none other than Stratus on top of the creature's head. "Like my new ride?" he asked. "It's among the elite, if you get what I mean."

"What is that thing," Cliff asked.

"It's only a dragonmare. A terrifying creature created by human hands."

"Humans created that... abhorrence?" Crosell asked unbelievably. The dragonmare gave another loud scream once more.

"You're lucky I didn't finish you two off when I had the chance," Stratus said, referring to Cyrus and Nel. "However, Lystara thought this was a more amusing way to die. I would love to stay, but nah. So farewell," Stratus jumped up and disappeared. The dragonmare lower its altitude and shot up on the other side. As it flew higher, the living weapon began firing down green lights at the group.

"What are we supposed to do?" Cliff asked. "We're sitting ducks out here, literally."

Cyrus turned on "City in the Storm" from Panzer Dragoon Orta. "The armor that creature has is powerful and the claws are able to crush steel," he explained. "That living ship is indestructible, but not invincible. With Crosell, I believe we may have a chance."

"Cyrus..." Nel said.

"Crosell, I need you to carefully approach the dragonmare. We need to get in close, but not too close to the mucus shots. That stuff can melt through anything."

"Alright!" Crosell approached the dragon as it still shot projectiles from its mouth. The two dragons were now side by side. Both beasts were firing flames and mucus at one another.

"Now, in order for me to get on that creature, I'll need you to keep it in range for a few minutes."

"Are you serious?" Cliff asked.

"Fine," Fayt said, "I'll go too."

"It's crazy enough Cyrus is going," Roger said. "But you?"

"We'll be okay," Fayt said reassuringly. He turned back to Cyrus. "So what are we going to do?"

"See the green covering on its back? That's the control core. If we want to stop it, we need to get there."

"It's unbelievable," Crosell said. "But it sounds like you have no choice."

"Damn right we have no choice!" Cyrus said.

"Alright," Fayt said in agreement.

"As soon as we jump I want you to break away, but still in good range to catch us," Cyrus said to Crosell.

"I will not make any promises..."

"That's sounds good to me. Ready Fayt?"

"Let's go." The two quickly jumped on the living weapon. The landing was rough, but successful.

Unfortunately, a turret on the creature's back locked to the two swordsmen and started firing. Cyrus pulled out his light saber and blocked the shots. "You go on to the cockpit, Fayt. I'm a little busy."

"I'm on it." Fayt dashed to core, but they both lost there balance and grabbed the exoskeleton. The dragonmare dived toward Crosell and was in hot pursuit. The dragonmare began to launch large, burning projectiles from its mouth and expelled them at the lord. Crosell quickly countered the shots with some of his own. Fayt and Cyrus steadily rose back up. Fayt broke through the glass and was now in the seat. "I'm in!" he yelled. He began to try some of the buttons, but it seemed none of them were responding. The dragonmare was continuing its assault on Crosell and their teammates who were fending it back with symbology and laser shots. "Something's wrong!"

"What?"

"The controls don't seem to be functioning!"

The duo once again hung tightly to the dragonmare as it sliced through the sky with incredible speed, past Crosell and the rest of the team. From above, the creature dived down, producing a multicolor trail of mucus. Unable to dodge, Crosell made impact with the enemy's attack. The dragonmare did this many times, going in different directions. Crosell was able to dodge a few of streaks, but the dragon made impact with a few others. "Hurry!" Crosell replied. "I can't keep this up much longer!"

"Fine then there's only one thing left!" Cyrus stopped the turret by ricocheting its laser back at it. The weapon exploded and smoke was now coming out. He carefully made his way to Fayt. "Get out, dude," Cyrus said. The blue-haired swordsman climbed out of the cock pit and Cyrus stabbed the light saber into the controls. The dragon was now beginning to twist and bend erratically. The shizznit pulled his weapon back up and waved at Crosell that the mission was complete. Fayt jumped on the back of the dragon. Cyrus jumped, but missed the landing. It seemed that he was going to fall, when someone caught his hand. He looked up and saw it to be Maria. "We really should stop meeting like this," he said calmly before he chuckled. She, with the help of Cliff, pulled the young swordsman back on the dragon. Crosell boosted his speed, and right in the nick of time. As the dragon zipped from the screeching creature, the dragonmare exploded. There was nothing left but a large cloud of smoke and fire.

"I never thought I'd see anything that grotesque," Albel muttered.

"Guess you never look in the mirror," Cliff joked.

"Shut up, maggot," the Glyphian hissed.

"Nice goin', you two," said Adray.

"No thanks, necessary," Cyrus said. "Now let's get back to Aquios. I think we need to take a little rest."

"You're one to talk," the dragon said. "I'm going to have a man-made weapon on my back."

"Don't complain," Maria said. "You're the one that agreed to our favor." Crosell was silent.

In about two hours, they landed in the "White Dew" Garden. Where there was already a large staff waiting for their arrival. The group walked off of Crosell. "Get ready at once!" Nel ordered.

"Yes, Lady Nel." The runologist and soldier start to study the large dragon.

"This may be hard for you, but please bear with us," Fayt said to Crosell.

"There is no other choice," the reptile said laconically.

"That's right," Maria said. "Besides, the strong must be magnanimous toward the weak."

"This young lady speaks the truth."

Nel walks over to Queen Aquaria XXVII and King Airyglyph XIII. "I have returned, Your Majesty," Nel said.

"You have done well," the queen said.

"To think you were actually able to capture him…" the king said.

"No one captured me," Crosell retorted. "I just agreed to help you a bit. Do not misread the situation, foolish king."

"Hmph, it matters not. So, Romeria, who shall ride the Marquis?"

"A good question, indeed… I was hoping you would lend us the services of someone from the Dragon Brigade."

"That is unacceptable," the lord of air dragons snapped. "Only those who personally requested my help may ride me."

"Then we must let them decide who will ride."

"It seems we have no choice," the king said. "Anyway, the Dragon Brigade is short on men. They are already too taxed trying to form a unit bearing runological weapons."

"That settles it, then," the Queen replied. "Nel, I must ask you and the others to handle this."

"Yes, Your Majesty." The group began to split up, getting supplies and fresh air. Nel, however, wanted to talk to Cyrus she invited the young swordsman to the church. "Cyrus, what you and Fayt did against that creature was as you'd call 'cool.'"

"Thanks a lot," he said. Then he felt remorseful. "Though this wouldn't happen if I wasn't here. I've put you all endanger, not just you."

"No you didn't," Nel said. "You heard what Stratus said. She's planning on recreating our universe, right? I may not know about your world, but I have a feeling that it's not possible."

"You're right. But we don't know if that's correct or not. Somehow, she's distorting the fabric of time and space. She even created a deadly double of me. Anything is possible with that power."

Nel thought it was now time to change the subject. "So, this is what it comes down to. Our hope in chasing away the Vendeeni are in the hands of the Thunder Arrow and Crosell."

"Yep. Once we're gone, those Vendeeni will leave."

"All of our adventures will be over." Cyrus was trying to contain a chuckle. "What's so funny?"

"You think this is the last time we meet? Don't worry," Cyrus reassured. "We'll see each other again, believe it. Maybe sooner than you think."

"Are you sure?"

"Of course. I ain't one to joke 'bout this kind o' thing. Besides, I'm Cyrus M. Splicer. When I say something's gonna go down, it will." Nel's face changed from confused to a slight smile. "See, don't give in so easy. That's the Nel Zelpher I know." Cyrus chuckled once more.

"Thank you, Cyrus."

"Hey, don't mention. It's the least I can do." The two got up and left for their rooms. Cyrus, knowing Mirage was there, plopped his tired body on the bed.

"I see that you're pretty tired," Mirage said.

"Believe me, when your last two days was spent defeating robotic generals, getting whipped by your alternate for a clone, and helping to destroy a dragonmare, you get real tired real quickly."

"A dragonmare?"Mirage asked. "Sounds exciting."

"You bet it was. Ms. Koas, you should've been there..." Cyrus told Mirage the entire story. From how his evil clone brought the deadly weapon to this dimension to how he and Fayt destroyed it.

The Klausian woman couldn't believe what she was hearing. "Are you making this up? I mean, a clone that happens to be created by some girl and a bio-engineered dragon of an Empire from another dimension is pretty hard to believe."

"Every single word is pure fact. You can ask Maria, herself. If she didn't grab me, I'd be a puddle on the ground somewhere instead of telling this stuff to you." Cyrus yawned. "Before I take a quick sleeper, what are you doin' anyway?"

"I'm working with Marietta, whose up in the Diplo. She and I are transmitting coordinates trace and data. Our ship will be in transport range in four and a half minutes. Though it will most likely be five. That's all the time we need."

"Sounds good. The last thing we need is to stay here any longer. You know, with the Vendeeni and all..."

"I understand. The people here have already had enough. It's time they need a little rest."

"Well, good night, or afternoon... er, whatever." With that said, Cyrus was out like a light.

"Just like Cliff," Mirage said to herself. An hour later, a soldier knocked on the door and Mirage woke Cyrus quickly.

"Erm... Huh...? Wha?"

"Time to go," Mirage said.

"Oh, right!" Cyrus hopped out of bed and was at the doorway. "Wish us luck."

"Already did." The teen quickly rushed to the garden ASAP.

By the time he arrived, Nel began to check with the runologists. Cyrus also met up with Maria, Mirage and Fayt. "Ready to go?" Maria asked. "We have no more time to loose."

"Damn straight!" Cyrus said. "Let's rock!"

"Right!"

"'We're here, ma'am,'" Marietta replied on the transmitter.

"All right," Maria responded. "Keep in mind that there may be a Vendeeni ship lurking nearby. Put us into low orbit."

"'That will increase atmospheric friction. Are you sure?'"

"Our enemy will have the same problem. Stay on your guard."

"'Roger.'"

"The ship's ready," a runologist said to them.

"Let's get this over with. The group rushed down to the garden. Maria stopped near the dragon as another communication was coming in. "'Captain, three Vendeeni ships are closing in.'"

"Prepare for battle. We'll provide backup down here."

"'Backup? With what?'"

"There's no time to explain. Just hang in there. We'll cover you from here."

"'Roger.'" Maria got in the Thunder Arrow, which was sitting on the back of Crosell. Nel and Roger got inside the cock pit.

"You ready, C-man?" Cyrus asked.

"As I'll ever be."

"Then let's go," Maria said. Cyrus and the rest of the team rushed into the ship, while Maria was making sure everything was set.

The dragon rushed to the edge of the garden. It outstretched its wings and the creature soared at high speeds. The group was followed by a few members of the dragon brigade. "Crosell, head towards that huge object over there."

"Yes, little one." As Crosell and the allied dragons turned, Nel began looking at through the periscope inside the vehicle.

"Okay, fire when you get within range," Maria told her through a pipe line.

"Got it." Nel fires the Thunder Arrow and streams of runological force jet out from the cannon barrels. Streams of fire also start bombarding the ship. Unfortunately, the vessel's shielding was only absorbing the attacks.

"Don't give up," Maria said. "Keep firing!"

"I know," Nel said. "I trying."

The cannons shot out another stream and the dragons continued there assault. However, nothing appears to be working. "Come on and blow up already!" Cliff groaned.

"Don't worry," Fayt reassured. "It must be working. Just keep it up."

"Yeah," Cyrus replied. "Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, pow pow!"

Suddenly, an explosion was heard. "What was that?" Fayt asked. "That was the…"

"No, it wasn't the Diplo," Maria interjected. "I think they pulled it off."

"Yes! We got a chance now!"

"What's this?" Nel asks herself as she sees the ships moving forward. "They're..."

"They're retreating," Crosell said.

"They're retreating alright..." Cyrus said. He looks ahead carefully and see, what appears to be, the Diplo. "Retreating to the big, white chrome for some target practice!"

The ships chase after the Diplo at high speeds, but the ship was not able to get out of range. The Vendeeni fired at the vessel. One of the shots did some serious damage. Though not enough to destroy it, the round did slow the Diplo down. "'Captain, we're history if like we don't do something fast!'" Marietta called.

"Make a run for it! We're coming to help!" Maria yelped.

"For some reason, that dragonmare would've been some good help about now," Cyrus said to himself. The Vendeeni ships were approaching quickly.

"And this is bad," Cliff said.

"Crosell, hurry!" Fayt rushed.

"I am hurrying," Crosell replied.

The enemy vessels were approaching the flagship. "Diplo!" Maria called out. It seemed that all hope was lost. That was, until a large beam of light shot out a powerful energy at the two ships. As soon as it passed, both frigates exploded.

Fayt was at a loss of words. "What was that?" Cliff asked.

"I hate to say it, but that was pretty cool," Cyrus said under his breath, knowing that it was an Executioner attack nonetheless.

A transmission came in on Maria's transmitter. "'Captain.'" Marietta called.

"Marietta! Are you okay?" Maria asked.

"'Yes, thankfully… Did you see that?'"

"What was it? Do we have a computer analysis?"

"Hold on a second… Here it is. What?" Marietta was shocked.

"What's wrong?"

"'I don't believe it! The computer says that narrow beam of light was packing an energy magnitude of 3.2!"

"Did she say magnitude 3.2?" Cliff asked.

"Err... Am I missing somethin'?" Cyrus said with a confused look.

"Don't you know?" Fayt asked. "There isn't a possibility of any kind of weapon that can exceed a magnitude of 2. That's the limit called creation energy. Not even the latest ships in the Federation can go beyond that."

"Oh... Sorry. Must've slept on that."

"So what the hell was that?" Cliff asked.

"Marietta, can you determine the light beam's origin?" Maria asked.

"'No. All I can tell is it's somewhere extremely far away. Even the Diplo's sensors couldn't detect the source. Oh! Hold on a second. Captain, our sensors have picked up multiple instances of the same type of energy reaction! They're all heading in the same direction! One of them is exceeding magnitude 4!'"

"Magnitude 4? Where are they headed?"

"'Earth!'"

"An Aldian or Vendeeni weapon, maybe?" Fayt asked.

"Not a chance," Cliff said. "Do you think a Vendeeni weapon could do what we just saw? Or an Aldian weapon for that matter?"

"…True. It's highly unlikely that either has an energy source exceeding the magnitude of creation energy."

"Besides, do you really think the Vendeeni would blow up their own men with that kind of shit?" Cyrus asked. "I doubt it."

"But if it's some new weapon, we're in big trouble," Maria explained. "I'm not even sure the Earth's planetary defense shield could block it."

"Let's get back to the castle," Fayt said. "We're wasting time here."

"You're right," Maria said. "Marietta… Give me a damage report on the Diplo."

"'The gravitic warp engine's been damaged. …Repairs should take about six hours.'"

"Do it in four. I have a bad feeling about this…"

"'Roger. We'll try our best.'"

"I'm counting on you."

"'Roger.'"

"Well Crosell?" Cyrus said.

"Yes, I heard. Once this adherence is removed from my back, it will be time for a long rest." Cyrus laughed. The dragon flew back to Castle Aquios. As soon as the group returned, the group walked up to the balcony where the king and queen stood.

"Your majesty, I believe it's time to say good bye," Cyrus said. "With the Vendeeni gone, I'm hoping everything will go back to normal."

"As do we," Queen Romeria said.

"We are very sorry for causing all this trouble," Fayt said as he bowed to both royal persons.

"On the contrary. We have learned that there are entire civilizations out there beyond our world. And we have learned this is not the time for foolish struggles between our countries."

"Precisely," King Arzei agreed. "In order to avoid bringing the final prophecy of Apris to fruition in its worst form, we must not wage war."

"Indeed."

Fayt then noticed that someone was missing. "Where's Albel?" he asked.

"He went back home," Woltar replied. "Said something like, 'The danger's past, so there's no need for me to stay here.'"

"He didn't even say good-bye…" Maria said. "He'll never change."

"Ah, don't say that."

"Perhaps a part of that G learned something," Cyrus said. "Maybe the size of a centimeter..." he added in a lower tone.

"I wanted to at least say good-bye," Fayt said.

"We will tell him for you," the king said.

"Thank you very much."

"No, it is we who should thank you."

A transmission was heard and Maria started to answer. "It's me," she said.

"'The repairs are complete, ma'am,'" Marietta replied.

"Already? That was fast."

"'We did our best.'"

"Thanks. I owe you one. Be ready to receive five via transportation in one minute."

"'Roger.'"

The group of five stepped back toward the balcony. Fayt and Maria bowed while Cyrus waved. "Farewell," Nel said.

"We couldn't have found better allies than yourself," Adray said.

"Take care!" Roger said. The five beamed up to the Diplo. Never to be seen on the planet again... or so everyone thought.