Ahsoka POV...

The armada of Viking ships coasts toward a shroud of heavy fog, hung like drapes from a low-hanging, ominous sky. Coming towards a certain gap in the massive rock spires hidden by the fog, we turn into it one by one, our ship in the lead. the fog envelops us like a blanket, and I could sense the nervousness emanating from the Vikings, but much more so their fierce determination and anger, directed in me and Toothless' direction. He could sense their anger as well, and was shifting anxiously, while I kept a hand on his head to keep him calm. Stoick glances back at us impatiently, and I give him a blank stare in return. He scoffs before gazing forwards again.

"Sound your positions. Stay within earshot," he calls out.

The Vikings all follow the order, helping lead each others ships through the fog. Gobber moves up to Stoick, giving me a concerned glance before speaking to him in hushed tones in an attempt to keep the conversation quiet. Unfortunately for them I could hear their discussion perfectly, and listened in with interest.

"Listen... Stoick... I was overhearing some of the men just now and, well, some of them are wondering what it is we're up to here- not me of course," Gobber rambles on, and I roll my eyes. It's obvious he's the one wondering what the plan is. "I know you're always the man with the plan- but some, not me, are wondering if there is in fact a plan at all, what it might be?" he questions.

"Find the nest and take it." Stoick says coldly with his eyes narrowed in silent anger. He turns back to us, staring with narrowed eyes for any sign of movement.

"Ah. Of course. Send them running. The old Viking fall-back. Nice and simple." Gobber chuckles nervously.

I scoff quietly. They're all going to die if Jarik and Mara don't get here. Stoick takes notice with offense.

"What're you laughing at?" he demands angrily. at least he respects me enough as a person to not give me the label of witch. Ventress was more deserving of that title... Because she technically was one. I wonder what happened to her... oh right.

"Your plan is going to fail," I reply simply. Toothless gives off a quiet growl of distaste, but Stoick doesn't take notice.

"That's none of your concern," he says dismissively. "Now, where is the nest? I know you can sense it," says with an intimidating step forwards.

"We aren't there yet," I say with a small smirk, and his gaze narrows angrily. "I will warn you though, that any attempt at stealth will be useless," I inform him, looking off into the fog.

"Ehh... why, exactly?" Gobber asks nervously.

I look back at them with a serious expression. "The Hssiss dragons already know we're here, and have no doubt alerted the nest. They can sense us too."

Concerned whispers and mumbles come from the Vikings behind us, and Stoick clenches his fist in frustration. "You didn't think to warn us earlier?"

"Well it wouldn't have mattered. Unless they leave, it's impossible to sneak up on the nest," I retorted.

Gobber shifts nervously. "Should we take a moment to plan out our approach?" he asks, but Stoick was no longer paying attention. His gaze was narrowed intently on Toothless, who I noticed was twitching slightly. I could sense the buzzing of the nest calling to him. In fact, it was buzzing in my montrals as well. And for a girl like me, that is annoying! I grimace slightly, which doesn't miss Stoick's gaze either.

"Shhh," he tells Gobber.

After studying Toothless' shifting for a few moments, Stoick crosses to the stern of the ship with determination, and moves the one steering the boat out of the way.

"Step aside," he says gruffly, taking control.

Toothless suddenly lifts his head up, pupils narrowed slightly, the call of the nest pulling strongly at him now. The buzzing in my head gets louder, much to my discomfort, and I give Toothless a small, reassuring pat. Stoick pulls the ship into a turn, covertly following Toothless' head movements, barely missing a jagged outcrop that suddenly appears out of the soupy fog.

"Bear to port," someone calls out.

The order is called out from ship to ship. The bow barely makes it past the narrow gap through another sea stack as Stoick continues to follow Toothless' cues, undeterred.


Hiccup POV...

I stood in front of the Monstrous Nightmare's pen, breathing heavily in an attempt to assure myself that things would be alright. This time, there was no crowd of Vikings to mess it up. I could tame it, I know I can. Raising a hand, I reach out towards the lever to the Nightmare's cage.

"If you're planning on getting eaten, I'd definitely go with the Gronckle," a voice calls out.

Turning around in surprise, I see that it was Fishlegs who has spoken. All of the teens were here, much to my bewilderment, and Astrid was standing in front of them all with her arms cross, a confident smile on her face. Guess that's what she meant when she said she was going to get help...

Tuffnut stalks forwards, shoving Ruffnut out of the way in the process as he approaches me with a mischievous expression I back up nervously. "You were wise to seek help from the world's most deadly weapon..." he says with exaggerated hand movements, waving his hand in front of his face. "It's me," he clarifies.

"Uh..." I mumble.

Snotlout shoves Tuffnut away by the face, raising his fists in excitement. "I love this plan!" he exclaims eagerly."

"I didn't..." I attempt to says, but Ruffnut punches him in the face, coming up to me. "You're crazy!" she says with a frown, before suddenly smirking in a, very uncomfortable fashion. "I like that," she adds with a suggestive tone. I back up, face in an expression of alarm.

Luckily Astrid came to my rescue by grabbing her braid and yanking her away. I let out a breath of relief. "So? What is the plan?" she asks.

Despite all their weirdness, and all the mean things they've done to me over the course of my life, the fact that they are willing to help me out now is more than I could ask for. I smile happily, glowing in the support of my new friends... weird.

"Well, first we have to wait for Mara and Jarik to get here," I start to explain.

"Wait, aren't they in prison?" Tuffnut asks in confusion. "Or were they..." he wonders. Before I could explain, the worst happened.

"HEY, YOU KIDS!" someone suddenly yells out, and we all look up in alarm to see a Viking standing above the arena with a bewildered and angry expression on his face. "What are you doing here, with that runt?!" he demands.

Fishlegs whimpers slightly, but before anything else could happen, the Viking is suddenly shoved forwards into the metal bar with a painful clang, making us all wince. He groans, teetering on his feet for a few moments before slumping backwards and falling unconscious. Behind him stands Jarik in his full battle gear, much to my relief, and he brushes off his hands. Mara comes up next to him with an inquisitive look on her face.

"Did you really have to smash him that hard?" she asks. Jarik shrugs in response.

Fishlegs, Tuffnut, Ruffnut and Snotlout all gape up at them in shock, while Astrid looks up in wonder at their escape from prison. I just smile knowingly, and Mara then takes notice of us, waving with a smile.

"Hey guys!" she calls out.

"That, was, AWESOME!" Tuffnut yells.


Ahsoka POV...

Stoick continues to steer the boat under the direction of Toothless, and all the ships follow in line through the gauntlet of rocks as orders are whispered from ship to ship. A dragon head looms out of the fog and all the men recoil... only to discover that it's a wrecked ship, impaled high on a gnarled sea stack.

Gobber hums nervously in recognition. "Ah. I was wondering where that went," he says lightheartedly.

Soon enough however, the clicking buzz becomes audible, growing louder so that all the Vikings could now here it. Stoick's eye light up eagerly, turning the ship once again when Toothless turns his head. moments later, Toothless starts to yank back in fright, the fog parting in front of us to reveal a massive cliff, and I stroke Toothless along the head comfortingly, sending waves of calm to him through the Force. everyone starts to mutter eagerly to themselves.

"Stay low, and ready your weapons." Stoick calls out.

Moments later, the ship suddenly jerks to a halt as the keel burrows into shallow black sand. Striding forwards, Stoick glances up at the nest with a grin on his face, eyes lit up in victory. I look up with a heavy gaze at the dragon's nest, the buzzing really powerful in my head, noticing a dragon's red tail that suddenly slips out of view. However Stoick had already taken notice of it, the triumphant grin still on his face.

"We're here," he announces, pleased.

He hops overboard with a grunt, landing on a sprawling beach. Immediately, the buzzing stops, much to my relief, and he glances around warily in confusion, taking notice of the lack of sound. Above us, a craggy volcano towers into the gloom. With the buzzing gone, it is deathly quiet, not even the whistle of breeze in the sky, which is very unsettling. And what I can sense makes me shift nervously, making me grow paranoid. The sense I was getting wasn't discreet at all, which I suppose shouldn't be too surprising, and the cold chill was heavy on this island.

The Hssiss dragon's were here.


Jarik POV...

I watch, arms crossed with a small smile on my face as Hiccup steps back from the door, drawing the Monstrous Nightmare out of its cave. It snorts, stepping into the ring, calmed by Hiccup's outstretched hand, completely focused on him. The teens all watch with mixtures of awe and wonder, gasping softly to themselves.

"You sure he isn't using the Force?" Fishlegs asks curiously, and I shake my head.

"No. Even better," I replied, confusing him slightly.

Snotlout however picks up the end of a spear that was lying near his foot. Astrid and Mara are both standing next to him, and the former gives him a smack on the shoulder.

"Uh uh," she corrected disapprovingly, helped by Mara's glare.

Reluctantly, Snotlout places the spear back on the ground as the dragon approaches. Hiccup slows to a stop in front of the teens, with the Nightmare inches from his outstretched hand, and he reaches to grab Snotlout's trembling hand.

Panicked, Snotlout attempts to yank his hand back. "Wait! What are you..."

The Nightmare snorts in agitation, and Hiccup calms it down, pulling his hand back again. "Relax. It's okay... it's okay."

Hiccup replaces his outstretched hand with Snotlout's, putting him in control of the dragon, which gives off a snort, but otherwise remains calm, settling into a gentle purr. Snotlout, by contrast, chuckles in a mixture of amazement and terror. The others watch in awe, spellbound at seeing even someone as Snotlout capable of doing this. Hiccup then shares a small grin with Mara and starts to walk away towards the side of the arena. I'm amazed nobody has noticed the dragons all watching us yet.

"Wait! Where are you going?!" Snotlout panics, nervous at the thought of being left alone with the Nightmare. Hiccup pulls a bundle of rope from a supply box, a smirk on his face.

"You're going to need something to help you hold on," he says simply.

The teens all eye each other in confusion, before whipping around when they hear a squawk. They mutter in surprise at seeing all the dragons, Mara standing in front of them with her backs to the dragons, a grin on her face. All of the dragons eye the teens expectantly, offering curious squawks or warbles.

"Well, we'll leave you guys to it," I announce, and Mara jogs over to me, as we head out of the arena.

"Wait, where are you guys going?" Astrid asks.

"To our speeder." Mara replies. "It was part of our plan, plus its faster anyways. Except for a Night Fury."


Magma Pool, Dragon Island, Ahch-To

3rd person POV...

He could sense them.

Every, single one of those pathetic creatures that sought to destroy their glorious majesty. But not just them, but the Night Fury as well. It's Force power... it smelled like the most delightful thing he had ever smelled, and he wanted it. He'd kill for it. Ever since that Night fury had arrived at the Nest, he and his pack had craved to feast on its Force power, but the Queen denied them that glory, finding use for it. It was infuriating, but for all of his glory, even he could not usurp the Queen. One day however... one day.

But now the Night Fury was no longer of the Nest, which delighted him. He thrived on chaos, lived off of it. Without chaos and their dark gods in the Force, he might as well be a disgusting, weak, common Terror! And that could not be allowed. He and his pack needed to feed, both physical meet, and the Force energy of their prey. There was plenty above their caves, and the Queen had given them permission to feed on them, and the Night Fury...

But there was something else... something new...

It smelled unlike anything he'd ever smelled, and when he felt this creatures Force energy, he shrieked in pain and rage. This was a creature of light! Their opposite! It needed to be destroyed, it's Force energy drunk! It was an abomination! Bogan would not be pleased...

The Hssiss dragon called to its brothers and siblings, all chained together through their chaos, and their Bogan. Bogan would desire them to destroy everything in order for its rule to be absolute, which included the Queen. eventually they'd deal with her, get revenge for their years of faked servitude. But first... it was feeding time.

He called for his brethren to slink around their prey. Several dozen Hssiss dragons and all would take on any feeble defiance these two-legged creatures possessed...


Ahsoka POV...

The Vikings had all worked together to efficiently set up all of their equipment for war. Tree trunks were sharpened and planted into the sand at angled rows. Boulders were being loaded into catapult baskets, with six catapults all in total. Toothless was left on the boat, while I was brought over by Stoick's side in anticipation of the Hssiss dragons. My wrists were still cuffed, much to my annoyance, but I was otherwise free, so I didn't complain. Not like I couldn't break open the cuffs with the Force anyways. Stoick, Gobber, Spitelout, and Phlegma the Fierce were up front with me, a war plan being scratched in the sand. The Viking chief looms over it, looking determined.

"When we crack this mountain open, all hell is going to break loose," he says grimly.

"In my undies. Good thing I brought extras!" Gobber exclaims nervously, and Spitelout shakes his head in annoyance.

"Really Gobber?" I comment dryly.

"Nothing wrong with the truth," he defends

Stoick strides forwards with a confident gaze etched onto his face, while I examine their map. They hadn't bothered me for military advice, even though Stoick and Gobber at least are no doubt aware of my time as a Clone War commander, having seen the full scale of war. Probably still bitter about us siding with Hiccup and the dragons. Their plan is simple, and efficient, but I get the sense that it will be ruined within moments. By the Hssiss dragons... or worse.

"No matter how this ends, it ends today!" Stoick says in determination.

He walks toward the base of the volcano wall, back by several hundred of Berk's warriors, and raises his arm. A moment later he drops it, and a line of catapults unleash their two-ton loads into the cliff wall. It cracks and flakes away. Several more hits tear away at the hollow shell of hardened lava, with the final boulder shattering the fractured wall, creating a deep, dark opening to the cavern within. Everybody moves forwards while I stay behind in my own spot at the map, watching with a neutral expression. Stock steps up to the mouth of the cave and stares inside for a few moments. When nothing happens, he makes a gesture with his hammer, and a flaming bushel is launched into the dark from a catapult, lighting the wall. Even from out here I could see it completely filled to the brim with dragons.

With a war cry, Stoick charges into the cave, swinging his hammer and shield around. In a chaotic flurry, the dragons suddenly rush out in a panic, completely ignoring the Vikings. Still no sign of any Hssiss dragons...

They take to the air, bypassing the axe-swinging Vikings and fleeing the island in a mass exodus. I gesture unnoticeably with my hand, stretching out my senses in the Force to feel their thoughts. They were afraid, deathly so, but not of the Vikings. The sense of the darkness loomed over them, most likely due to influence from the Hssiss dragons, and I try and influence them, guiding the dragons to insure they don't stay here. Not while the true threat still lies within. As they all fly past with terrified screeches, the battle-ready Vikings drop their weapons, confused, watching as they all flew away.

"Is that it?" Gobber questions with a shrug.

Above the island, dragons pour from every crevice, fleeing to the sky. Soon enough, the sound of screeching dragons (Cheering as one)

"We've done it!" Spitelout yells out, the roars and cheers of Vikings following soon after. Stoick doesn't celebrate, and I lock eyes with him. We share a look, and I shake my head in warning. This was far from over. He glances further, and I follow his gaze to see Toothless thrashing in terror, the Force swirling around him in agitation. The Hssiss dragons could sense him too, I could feel that much, and he was in danger.

"This isn't over. Form your ranks! Hold together!" Stoick yells, and everyone stops cheering, slightly confused, but quickly obeying. It was then that the temperature began to drop quickly, the chill of the dark side washing over us all. I grimaced in surprise, and placed my shields around my mind. I could sense this being the work of the Hssiss dragons... the fact they could unleash a Force attack as animals was unbelievable! A pained groan from the Vikings all around me got my attention, and I realized with a start that nobody else had any defense against a Force attack. Nobody except for Toothless, who was freaking out right now. They were about to be slaughtered...

Signatures choked with the dark side then began to appear, most in the cave where Stoick was, the Viking chief grasping his head in pain. Black mist flowed over everyone, some of the dragons on the cliffs above us, getting ready to pounce. I had to act.

With a yell, I used the Force to bring my cuffs and thrust my hands out, creating a field of Force energy all around me. Immediately the mist recoiled, and a faint shimmer of light could be seen. Outraged shrieks that sounded like the Son's bat form surrounded us, and I thrust out my Force shield, brushing it through the minds of the Vikings, clearing their heads. Stoick shakes his head and looks at me in shock, and I rush forwards, leaping over fearful and surprised Vikings.

"Stoick! Get away from there!" I yell out.

An extremely loud shriek sounds from all around us, echoing out of the cave, and Stoick whips around, weapons at the ready to face the threat. Out comes charging a Hssiss dragon, larger than I thought possible at 17 ft instead of the average 10, which slams into him, throwing him away with a roar. Stoick cries out in shock, landing at the base of the ledge with a pained grunt, and those standing at the foot of the cave back up in surprise. This, beast, is colored a midnight black, with a red underbelly the shade of the Son's crimson. On its head seems to be some sort of sharp crest, the same red color as its underbelly. Scars litter the entirety of its length, obviously gained through fierce battle with other dragons, wanting chaos. It's teeth are jagged and wicked sharp, the two fangs sticking from its snout colored a rotten black, with drool dripping from its mouth as it whips its head around in a mad frenzy. It almost sounds like its cackling...

Two more, this time the average size, appear on either side of it, and then even more in the tunnel behind it. On the cliffs above us, more Hssiss dragons begin to appear, and the Vikings all ready themselves for battle as Stoick gets to his feet with a determined scowl, Gobber and Spitelout beside him.

That's when I make my appearance, jumping over the Vikings and landing several feet in front of Stoick, in a battle ready stance. Oh how I wished I had my lightsabers...

Every single Hssiss dragon takes notice of me, and within moments their beady red eyes all narrow, snarls emanating from their mouths. I can sense their emotions... and they hate me, with every fiber of their being. Not in the way that a predator wants to eat its food, but in the way a Sith would hate someone, but on an even larger scale. Their basic instincts are telling them that I have to be ripped apart.

"What are they doing!?" Stoick demands, not bothering to question how I got out of the cuffs. Not important.

"They're focused on me. I'm of the Light Side... they're of the dark," I informed him.

With a loud roar, the Hssiss dragon leading their group charges towards me, the others following, and we brace ourselves. The Vikings ready their shields, getting out their axes with challenging war cries, and I bare my pointed teeth as well, a slight hint of my natural Togruta predatory side coming up. I was not going to back down from these monsters.

I readied myself with the Force as the Hssiss dragon leader leaped through the air, claws outstretched...


Boom! Cliffhanger! I'm so evil! :)

Hope you guys enjoyed this chapter, sorry it took so long to get out. so the Hssiss dragons, despite being chaotic and loving death, have some sort of hierarchy, and of course want to usurp the Queen, despite serving her. It is the way of the Sith... right? ;) Even though the tecnically are not and never will be Sith they still serve the dark side at a basic level, so I decided to use similarities like that. Sith can be joined together, but they constantly try to be more powerful than the other, which leads to a mess. Sort of like this Hssiss pack.

And they hate the Light Side of the Force. so they shall kill it. How shall Ahsoka and the Vikings fight off dozens of Hssiss dragons...?