Did you know that Alvin the Treacherous is actually voiced by Mark Hamill? I never knew this until just recently, but now that I do know I can definitely hear Mark's voice being channeled through, kinda like his Joker acting!
The more you know right?
Isle of Berk; Ahch-To
3rd person POV...
The entire gang, along with Mara and Zenna, were gathered in the cove on Berk, where Hiccup had asked them all to be there. Hiccup let out a long yell into the sky imitating the call of a Night Fury, which echoed around the forest for some time. When he was done, Snotlout decided to interrupt with his own opinion on the exercise.
"That's why you brought us out here? To honk into the wind?" Snotlout demands.
"Just wait Snotlout," Fishlegs replies in some measure of annoyance.
"Dragon calls," Snotlout scoffs in disinterest, sitting on a log. "Whatever."
He then takes notice of the twins sitting against the log and smirks sinisterly in amusement, pulling out a medallion. Mara raises an eyebrow from a mixture of amusement and exasperation, while Hiccup was more confused and annoyed. Catching the light of the sun, Snotlout used the medallion to shine a spotlight against the rocks, and started moving it around. The twins' eyes followed it eagerly, not realizing the trick that Snotlout was playing on them.
"Uh, guys?" Hiccup questions.
"Idiots," Snotlout says with a chuckle.
"Snotlout," Hiccup says, frowning.
"So stupid..."
"Seriously?" he demands in annoyance.
"What?! It's fun!" Snotlout says defensively, before sighing, putting the medallion away. "Ugh, fine."
"Ugh, gone again!" Tuffnut exclaims in disappointment.
"Oh Force, how are you two that dumb?" Mara sighs, holding a hand to her head.
"Exactly!" Snotlout exclaims in agreement, as if they were making a point. Mara just rolls her eyes.
Hiccup does a Night Fury call again, causing Zenna to perk up in interest, but inevitably ignore it, focusing her attention back on Mara, who scratched her behind the ears. Snotlout looked around at the roar, before facing Hiccup with a frown.
"And nothing!" he says sarcastically. "Can we go now?"
Toothless' sudden roar makes Snotlout look around in surprise, and Astrid eyes him with a smirk, arms crossed.
"You were saying?" she asks in amusement.
Toothless drops down into the cove with a roar, before looking up happily at the group. Zenna chirps excitedly, and Toothless warbles back at her.
"Fine. I hate to admit it, but that was pretty cool," Snotlout admits quietly.
"Yeah, not bad Hiccup," Mara says with a smile.
"Not as cool as that disappearing shiny thing," Tuffnut interrupts with a smirk. "You can never catch it."
"Fishlegs, you wanna show us your dragon call?" Hiccup asks.
"Thought you'd never ask!" he replies excitedly, and Mara internally grimaces upon sensing his upcoming lecture. "The call of the Gronckle is as unique as the dragon itself... raw, guttural, intense, yet with a subtle lilt."
"J-j-just do it, already!" Snotlout exclaims mockingly in annoyance.
Fishlegs lets loose a guttural roar, which is swiftly answered by Meatlug, who comes flying down into the cove with an excited look on her face.
"Well done, Fishlegs," Hiccup congratulates.
"Oh, I'm not done. Watch this," Fishlegs says proudly, and then lets loose another roar into the air, which has the twins grimacing in clear and obvious disgust.
"I don't even wanna know what part of his body that came from!" Tuffnut exclaims repulsively, before his eyes light up in fascination. "Or do I?"
Mara reaches over to smack Tuffnut on the helmet with the hilt of her lightsaber, causing him to yelp in surprise and pain. "Ow! What was that for?!"
"Can you please stop with the kriffing junk for one second Tuff?" she asks in exasperation.
"What, it was an honest question!" he replies defensively, and then his helmet is swiftly smacked again, but this time by Zenna's tail. "Ok fine, sorry," he grumbles, while Ruffnut laughs at him.
Fishlegs exhales in exhaustion, holding his chest tiredly. "I gotta take a knee."
Moments later, a small herd of gronckles flies across the cove with the own answering roars, and Meatlug flies up to join them.
"Wow, nice herd," Tuffnut comments dryly.
"Be home for dinner! You're having granite!" Fishlegs calls out to Meatlug, before smiling. "That's her favorite."
"Okay. Anybody think they can beat that?" Hiccup questions.
"I'll give it a shot," Astrid replies smugly. "Watch this."
She climbs on top of a small rock for some height advantage, and lets loose her own Nadder call, which is more of a whistling howl. A small group of Nadders quickly respond and fly across the cove, to which Stormfly swiftly joins them. Zenna squawks excitedly and takes flight, lifting into the air with heavy flaps of her wings to soar alongside her mother. Mara watched her go with a smile on her face, marveling at how she was almost adult sized.
"Good job, Astrid, first try!" Hiccup says happily.
"Yeah, but what about Mara's dragon call? Shouldn't she have one?" Ruffnut demands with a frown.
"No, not really. I have my own way of calling Zenna," she replies simply.
"What do you mean you have your own way?" Snotlout asks in confusion.
Mara simply taps her head with a finger while grinning, but when they all stare at her with blank looks, aside from Hiccup and Astrid, she rolls her eyes. "Oh forget it, I'll just show you," she grumbles.
Looking towards the sky, she stretches out with the Force to connect with Zenna's mind. The dragon quickly senses her presence and connects them with excitement, before leaving the Nadder pack and racing for their position, landing beside Mara with a thud, chirping happily.
"Woah, how'd you do that?" Ruffnut asks in surprise.
"Do you really not know how?" Astrid asks dryly.
"Don't tell me you forgot that Zenna is Force sensitive, and therefore shares a mental connection with me?" Mara deadpans, raising an eyebrow.
Fishlegs' eyes are wide in fascination, and Snotlout has the decency to look a little embarrassed, while the twins just stare dumbly at her.
"Of course you did, why am I asking this?" Mara says sarcastically, scratching Zenna's neck and causing the dragon to purr happily. Hiccup just groans in exasperation.
"Uh, I have an important question," Tuffnut asks, raising his hand.
"Oh, here it comes," Mara sighs in exasperation.
"Is it actually important this time?" Hiccup asks with a sigh.
"Uh, yeah. It always is," Tuffnut states. "Like, why are we even doing this anyway? I don't get it."
"Huh, that actually was a decent question," Mara comments quietly to Astrid.
"I suppose they do have their moments," she answers in reply, shrugging her shoulders.
"Well, first of all, you never know when you're gonna be separated from your dragon. And the only way to communicate is to call it," Hiccup answers.
"Sorry. Didn't get it."
"Second of all," Hiccup continues irritably. "It's Bork week, and my dad asked us to put on a dragon air parade."
"Why do we care about this Bork guy anyway? Wasn't he a dragon killer?" Ruffnut asks in disinterest.
"Hey, Bork only killed dragons in self-defense. He studied them, wrote about them, lived and breathed them!" Fishlegs explains enthusiastically.
"Even I knew that," Mara adds.
"And without him, there would be no Book of dragons," Hiccup continues.
"And without the Book of dragons, there'd be no..." Fishlegs starts to say.
"Reason for you to live?" Snotlout interrupts mockingly, causing the twins to chuckle.
"Dragon academy, actually," Hiccup corrects. "And there would be no really cool dragon air show."
"So when we do this really cool dragon air show, who's he gonna fly with?" Snotlout asks, gesturing to Toothless.
"I'm working on that," Hiccup replies with a sad sigh, and Mara looks over at him in concern, sensing his sadness.
"Okay, another question!" Tuffnut asks, raising his hand. "Why is Mara not gonna be a part of it then? Zenna looks big enough to ride."
Mara glances at Zenna, who squawks, preening herself. "Well, simply put, my parents and I don't know when we have to leave again, so we're not gonna be involved with your activities incase we have to depart for Malachor in the middle of them."
"I thought you guys had some sort of schedule for that?" Snotlout asks sarcastically. "Seems like a pretty dumb schedule to me."
"They did tell us they would be leaving once the rebels found their own base, remember?" Hiccup reminds them. "Finding something is never a determined amount of time."
"What's so important about this Malachor place anyways? Sound like a stupid name," Tuffnut comments in disinterest.
"A lot, actually," Mara replies quietly with a sigh. "We're hoping there's something there to help us defeat the Sith."
"That does sound pretty important," Astrid comments with a nod.
"And dangerous," Hiccup adds. "You sure you don't want us to come along with you guys as well? The offer is still there."
"I know you're very selfless and all that Hiccup," Mara replies. "But quite frankly, that would be, the absolute worst idea ever."
"You saying we can't handle danger Mara?" Snotlout challenges. "Because if Hookfang and I are there, we would obliterate everything!"
"Could you possibly obliterate a Sith Lord and several Inquisitors?" Mara asks rhetorically.
Snotlout scoffs in reply. "Pfft, of course we could!"
"Alright, Snotlout, I think I can safely say that none of us except for Mara and her parents would have any chance against those guys," Astrid says in disapproval.
"Just because you saw a few, doesn't mean we can't take them," he retorts.
"Your chances against a Red Death alone are better than they are against the Sith," Mara says firmly.
"Woah, you kidding?" Tuffnut asks in surprise. "Those guys sound dangerous, I want to meet them!"
"Are you insane? You'd die in a second!" Mara exclaims irritably.
"But we have dragons! What do these Sith guys have?!" Snotlout demands.
"Guys, this is serious!" Hiccup interrupts firmly, casting disapproving looks in the direction of Snotlout and the twins. "Inquisitors and Sith Lord's are no laughing matter! They aren't simple soldiers like the Outcasts! They're whole purpose is simply to hunt and kill Jedi, people like Mara and her parents! If they say we can't take them in a fight, I'm inclined to agree, especially after me and Astrid saw them in action ourselves!"
Snotlout and the twins managed to back down, feeling a little apologetic. "Fine..." they all said quietly.
Mara sighs in exasperation, running a frustrated hand down her face. "It's fine you guys, just... Hiccup's right though, they aren't something to joke about."
"I wish we could help you out with this," Astrid says sadly.
"It would be nice," but unfortunately you can't," she replies, and Zenna reaches her head down to nudge Mara, and she pets her in return.
Meanwhile...
Gobber sang a merry old family song to himself as he tore apart his forge looking for the contents of Bork the Bold's dragon studies. While this was going on, Stoick, Jarik and Ahsoka were in conversation with each other just outside of it.
"This sounds like a very dangerous mission you'll be going on," Stoick comments.
"The most necessary missions, often are the most dangerous," Ahsoka remarks in reply.
"Aye, that's true. I can certainly say that advice held true for the ending of the Viking and Dragon war," he agrees with a nod. "What are you expecting to encounter on this... Malachor?"
"Nothing pretty that's for sure. The planet we're going to was the site of an old battlefield between hundreds of Jedi and Sith," Jarik says grimly. "It was a massacre."
Stoick hums to himself with a concerned frown on his face. "That does sound like a terrible place. I can't think of many battles in Viking history as terrible as the one you just described."
"Jedi and Sith have been at war with each other for thousands of years. The current Empire is only another form of that conflict," Ahsoka says with a sigh.
"And your doing this at the word of one of your old Masters, who was a tiny little midget troll?" Stoick questions, before grimacing. "Sorry, that was a little rude."
Jarik and Ahsoka however both just smiled in amusement. "It's perfectly fine," she reassures him. "Besides, your son is not so different in that regard. He's the smallest and weakest Viking, yet managed to achieve the biggest accomplishment known to you."
Stoick chuckles in agreement. "Aye, that's very true. Hiccup is of Viking material," he says proudly.
"Isn't that right eh?" Gobber chimes in out of nowhere, with a wild grin. "I mean, who would've thought that skinny fishbone of a kid would defeat the biggest dragon known to man?! The sight of that still gives me the willies!"
"Thank you, Gobber," Stoick replies in exasperation.
"Anytime Stoick!" he replies, before going back to his searching, and Stoick just sighs.
"Well, I best be off then. Bork week's gonna need a lot of preparation," he states.
"Well, no need for us to keep you waiting chief," Jarik says, and they both give him a casual wave as he walks off. The two of them then turn to Gobber, and watch as he sifts through his junk while singing to himself.
"You need any help Gobber?" Jarik asks.
"Nah I've got it, don't you worry," Gobber reassures them.
Satisfied, the two married Force users start walking away from the forge, only to run into Mildew and his sheep on their way out. The old man gives them a narrowed stare of disgust and irritation, to which they reply with neutral expressions.
"Mildew," Ahsoka greets calmly.
"Greetings witch," he says with a scowl, and Jarik bristles at the insult towards her.
"You know, it wouldn't hurt to show some kindness to people here and there. Everyone would be a lot happier," he suggests.
Mildew scoffs at them. "Oh, and what would two users of dark magic know about kindness now eh?" he retorts, shoving past them. "I don't have time for your bewitchment tactics."
"Whatever makes you happy old man," Ahsoka replies, frowning at him as he shuffles towards the forge, his sheep following dutifully beside him.
"I don't know how anyone on Berk could've stood this man for as long as they have," Jarik tells Ahsoka.
"I'd be willing to bet that even Master Yoda would snap if in his presence for too long," she replies dryly.
Jarik chokes back a laugh, visualizing the sight of an infuriated Yoda banging on Mildew's legs with his walking stick while grumbling to him about behavior.
"I would so pay credits to see that," he replies.
*:*:*
"Bork, oh, Bork, we sing your song the man who studied dragons long without your work there'd be no Berk woe's the day you went berserk!" Gobber sings to himself, throwing different weapons and tools on the ground, brushing aside other objects.
He then uncovers a small chest hidden away in all his stuff, and grins happily, pulling it out and blowing off the thick layer of dust.
"Ah ha ha! Gotcha," he cheers happily.
He steps down from the ladder and turns around, only to run smack dab into Mildew, who was glaring at him inches from his face.
"Aah!" he cries out in shock, taking a step back before glaring. "Mildew! You don't sneak up on a man with a hook for an arm!"
"Yeah, but I've got an emergency!" he says, scowling, and his sheep Fungus baas up at Gobber, who watches with a dull look. "My wagon wheel just snapped coming into town. My cabbage is all over the road!"
"Can't it wait, Mildew? I've got to get these archives over to the great hall!" Gobber explains, shoving past him.
"But my cabbage, Gobber!" he exclaims, before scoffing angrily. "What ever happened to customer service?"
Gobber stops with a frustrated sigh, and sets down the chest on one of his worktables.
"All right," he says, and walks out of the forge.
Mildew watches him go before glancing at the chest containing Bork's work, and the dagger sitting on top of it. He reaches out a hand to touch it, but Gobber suddenly pokes his head back into the forge.
"Whaa-?" Mildew gasps in alarm.
"You touch that dagger and I'll show you how well it works!" Gobber warns him, dragging his hook across his throat for emphasis.
Mildew scoffs at his retreating form, before eyeing the chest again with narrowed eyes.
Mara POV...
"You think he'll like it?" Astrid asks me.
We were currently seated on Stormfly's back, flying around looking for Hiccup so that we could show off Astrid's progress with the Deadly Nadders. Zenna was flying alongside us, as while she was close to growing into adult size, she still wasn't big enough for me to fly separately, so until then, I wasn't go to push it.
"Of course he will, he's practically falling head over heels for you," I say casually.
"Wh- what?!" she sputters, whipping her head around to look at me in bewilderment. I hide my smirk and scan the ground, spotting Hiccup and Toothless nearby.
"Oh look, there they are!" I say, ignoring her and pointing them out.
Although Astrid gives me a wary look, she decides to let it go and steers Stormfly down to land just behind them and Zenna swiftly follows. We dismount, and she rushes up to Hiccup excitedly, gesturing towards the sky. I keep myself from smirking once again.
"There you are. Hey, check out my Nadders. I finally got them flying in perfect formation!" she says, pointing up to where all of the Nadders were soaring through the sky.
"Wow, yeah, that's... that's great," Hiccup replies half-heartedly.
I stare intensely at him, sensing his sadness and feelings of guilt running through him. You didn't even need to have the force to see that he was obviously bothered by something, which Astrid quickly picked up on.
"Hiccup?" she asks dangerously.
He sighs in response, and turns to us. "I've just been thinking, Stormfly has other Nadders. Hookfang has a whole herd of Monstrous Nightmares. And Toothless has... Toothless has no one."
"He has you. And he looks pretty happy, if you ask me," Astrid says, gesturing to how he was playing in the grass, while Zenna stood beside him with a curious expression on her face.
"You know what I mean," he says quietly.
"Hiccup, Toothless will be fine," I tell him. "It's not that different from my situation if you ask me. I'm one of the only Jedi padawan's left in the entire galaxy, but I don't let it bother me."
"Yeah but, you still have your parents, along with those other friends of yours like that Ezra kid for example," he argues in response.
"Look Hiccup, like Astrid said, Toothless is perfectly happy. And it's quite possible that there are other Night Furies out there but, you don't have to worry about it," I reassure him.
"If you say so," he replies uncertainly, and I almost roll my eyes at how stubborn he was being.
"Oh, yeah, I almost forgot," Astrid says in remembrance. "Your father and Gobber are looking for you."
We both mount Stormfly again while she delivers the message to Hiccup. "They wanna see you in the Great Hall. They looked serious."
With that being said, we take off into the air and Zenna swiftly follows.
"Keep an eye on Hiccup for me will ya?" I ask Astrid.
"Of course I will," she replies, sounding almost insulted I even asked her to do so. "He does stupid things a lot."
"Oh you don't say," I mutter sarcastically, and we both share a laugh at that.
Later...
3rd person POV...
Mara, Zenna, and the rest of the gang were all getting their things ready for their flight to the Isle of Night when Stoick swoops into the dragon academy on his thunderdrum Thornado, with a searching gaze.
"Has anyone seen Hiccup?" he asks, before taking notice of what the group was doing. "Where are you lot off to?"
"Uh, just a training exercise," Astrid offers sheepishly in response.
"Ah-ha," Stoick grunts, although slightly suspicious.
Just then, Jarik and Ahsoka both entered the arena, looking around and spotting Mara. She whips around in alarm as they both approach her with knowing looks on their faces.
"Mara?" Ahsoka says.
"Oh, hey Mom, hey Dad!" she replies sheepishly, smiling up at them innocently.
"What are you doing?" Jarik questions suspiciously.
Before she could answer, Stoick had approached Fishlegs with the same question, and the Viking teen was trying hard not to look at him.
"Fishlegs?" he asks
Fishlegs shrieks in fright and whips around to look at Stoick, mumbling and whimpering to himself. He catches Mara's gaze for a moment, who was a looking at him with an expression that promised death if he spoke. However, his nervousness and fear of Stoick quickly won out.
"We're going to the Isle of Night to look for Hiccup! It's an island full of Night Furies, could be dangerous, maybe not. Wanna come?" he blurts out quickly.
Astrid groans in defeat and smacks her forehead on Stormfly's wing while Mara grimaces, looking up sheepishly at her parents, who send her a disapproving look. Even Zenna has the decency to look sheepish at the gaze of the two Force wielders.
"There you are, Stoick," Gobber says, hobbling into the arena. "Strangest thing at Mildew's place. It's completely cleared out, no sign of him anywhere."
Jarik and Ahsoka pull their gazes away from Mara at the knowledge and share a troubled glance with each other, while Stoick had his own troubled expression, eyebrows furrowing.
"That can't be a coincidence..." Jarik says in concern.
"How do you mean?" Stoick asks, worried.
"Mildew's disappearance, along with Hiccup and Toothless' disappearance at the same time?" he explains. "They're connected somehow, and I have a bad feeling about it."
Ahsoka glances at Mara with a furrowed brow. "You were going to fly to a place called the 'Isle of Night?'" she asks. "A place filled with Night Furies?"
"Uh... yeah?" she confirms hesitantly.
Jarik and Ahsoka look at each other, conveying a silent message that expresses their fears.
"That's not good," Ahsoka says grimly.
Isle of Night; Ahch-To
Hiccup POV...
As I climbed up a rocky incline to follow after Toothless, I couldn't help but get the feeling that something was wrong. Glancing around, I couldn't see the sign of the other Night Fury anywhere, and it was... way too quiet.
"Somethings not right," I mutter to myself in concern, before looking towards Toothless. "toothless come back!"
Toothless moves to follow my call, but then out of nowhere, several bolas all fly at him and bind him up within a second, causing him to roar in alarm.
"Toothless, no!" I yell out in fear.
I started to rush forwards, but instead quickly found myself restrained by an Outcast soldier. He grabbed my arm and then shoved me harshly onto the hard rocky ground, while several other Outcasts all pulled on ropes to restrain Toothless. I glanced up, only to see several familiar figures approaching, all with smug smirks on their faces.
"Well well well, if it isn't Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the Third," Calder says sinisterly.
"Calder," I groan angrily.
Off to the side, I could see a few Outcasts pushing a fake replica of Toothless out of its cover. And beside Calder, another familiar figure also walks up, raising a smug eyebrow up at me and smirking gleefully.
"Alvin," I recognize.
"Amazingly realistic, wouldn't you say Hiccup?" he asks me sarcastically.
"Let go of him!" I exclaim fiercely, struggling against my captors, but to no avail. I was inwardly cursing myself for being such a skinny fishbone with no real fighting talent. "What do you want?"
"I want me own dragon trainer, and by the looks of it, I've got him!" he declares.
"As for me, I'm more interested in learning more about that Mara girls magical powers, along with her dragon," Calder says casually, sharpening his sword. "You're gonna lead them right to us."
"Hey, didn't Mara easily kick you butt in a fight?" I manage to retort with a smirk. "Now that her parents are around, you'd get creamed."
He points his sword at my throat, glaring down hatefully at me. "Watch what you say Haddock. You'll do what we say, and we'll get what we want."
I glare back at him, before shifting my gaze to Alvin. "I will never train your dragons Alvin!"
"Oh I think you will," he chuckles in response. "And once you have, I'll use em to destroy Berk! Take him!"
The Outcast painful wrestles me to my feet, but all I could think about was how could they have possibly done something like this!
"I don't understand, how did you do this?!" I demand desperately.
*:*:*
Toothless was being chained down to the ship, while Savage kicked me on board with my hands bound behind me. I glared back up at him, only to stare in shock at the sight of the person revealed to be standing behind him.
"Mildew, what are you doing here?" I ask in bewilderment.
"Ah, look at ya. The brightest boy on the island, and yet, here you are, trapped by a silly old man and his sheep," he says with a gleeful smirk.
I widen my eyes in horrified realization. He was working with the Outcasts! "How could you do this!?"
"You did it, Hiccup! You believed our Bork notes. You followed the map we drew. You walked right into our trap, all for the love of a dragon," he says condescendingly. "Mm, maybe you'll think twice next time about where you place your loyalties. Maybe if you didn't become friends with those foul witches, you'd be making better decisions!"
Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Calder walking forwards with a heavy, hateful glare on his face, however to my surprise it wasn't directed at me. It was actually directed towards Mildew.
Alvin laughs as he walks onto the ship, shoving the old man aside. "There won't be a next time. Raise the sails! We're headed home... to Outcast island," he says gleefully.
All I could do was stare back at him with dread, as the ship took off to its destination. Mildew smirked at me before beginning to walk around the ship, when he came to a stop in front of Calder. He widens his eyes in surprise before narrowing them, sharing the exact same hateful stare that Calder was giving him.
"Move out of my way you foul witch," Mildew scowls.
Calder's eyes flash yellow for a moment, and he raises his sword threateningly at Mildew, who backs up nervously in alarm.
"Don't think for a moment that you have control over me old man," he threatens dangerously.
Alvin chuckles, walking up to them and placing a hand on both of their shoulders. Their gazes don't leave each other for a moment, and I start to notice how similar their expressions are... along with their facial features.
"Now now, there's no need for tension between a father and a son here on my ship eh?" Alvin says with a cheery tone, although there was an underlining note of warning to his voice.
Hearing Alvin's declaration makes me widen my eyes in absolute disbelief. Did he just say... what I think he just said?!
"No chief," Calder finally says.
Alvin walks off in satisfaction, and Mildew swiftly follows after him, but not without sending one last scathing glare at Calder, who all too happily returns the hate.
"Mildew... is your father?!" I exclaim in shock.
"Yes," he growls angrily to himself.
"Do I feel sorrow for you," I remark dryly to hide my stunned bewilderment.
"There's one thing that we can agree on Haddock," Calder replies, sending me a glare before walking away.
Woah... didn't see that one coming huh?
Next chapter is the second part of the episode 'We Are Family,' and the departure of the Shan family from Berk for their mission on Malachor. Following this will then be the chapter that the showcases the Star Wars Rebels episode 'The Mystery of Chopper Base.' If you guys have followed the lore of Star Wars and Dave Filoni closely... you'd know about a certain meeting that takes place on Atollon between some important individuals...
And then, Malachor happens.
IT'S SO CLOSE!
