Minn: Oooohhhh... school. How university utterly destroys my freetime... Sorry for such a long delay – I'll try to make it a bit more frequent from here on out, just lately I've had some MAJOR assignments to take care of.

So ya... we're scrolling back in time a little bit here to look at what happened to Radarr after Aerrow and Finn walked off to find Carver, then ending off at the same moment as the end of the previous chapter. I think that's pretty straight forward... Just hang in there for this chapter, the ending is one of my favourite parts in the fic. Don't forget to review!

P.S. Did I mention that crates are the ideal hiding place? Who doesn't love a good crate? :P

P.P.S. I was browsing the first few pages of Storm Hawks fics. (Me? Reading other fics? It's amazing, I know...) Anywho... it made me realize just how lucky I am to have the high review : chapter ratio that I do. (Especially considering one is just a prologue). Thanks to all of you amazing people out there who have sent in reviews! It makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside, not to mention fills me with bucketfuls of warm yummy motivation. (Like chocolate syrup! On cookies! And vanilla ice cream!) Umm... I think I'm just a bit too hyper right now...

Wolf: I told Minn she could let me write some because of her lack of free time. But would she. No! (Just kidding, Minn! We both agreed that this fic should have only one main writer . . . although I would have been happy to write Radarr's section! Ha ha!)

If all of you didn't know, this chapter is the one with the infamous DP we had trouble sorting out. Remember DP, "Duck Problem"? Yeah, Minn and I spent weeks deciding how that scene should go!

And yes, everyone agrees: crates make great hiding places. Right? Right?

And like Minn said, don't forget to review! Because I like reviews. And pie. Especially pumpkin pie. And it's fall, where there's pumpkin pie. Pumpkin pie and carrot cake and venison stew and Indian corn and chestnuts and cranberry bread and Thanksgiving turkey with stuffing and Halloween candy . . . I love fall!

Um . . . you got better things to do than hear about fall foods. Like reading! So without further ado:

Chapter 5: Divided

It's not that he didn't like being the lookout – on the contrary – more often than not he was always watching Aerrow's back. But...

Saharr was hot and crowded. Radarr tended to be optimistic in situations of stress, but it was hectic trying to make sure that no one stumbled across the hiding place where Aerrow and Finn had left the skimmer less than a couple of minutes ago. The small blue creature stood on top of a crate, peeking through a crack between two others which allowed him to view people on the street while remaining hidden himself. After a short time of this diligent watch, Radarr's attention began to waver, and he groaned at his duty. He wished Aerrow and Finn would return soon. He wanted to know what Carver was up to, but he wanted to leave this hot, itchy terra even more.

Frustrated at his surrounding and a little tired, Radarr scratched behind his ear and shook out the sand caught in his fur. With a small sigh, he resumed his watch over the skimmer. People of all sorts were passing on the street: an old man in a grey cloak; a pair of young girls; a carrier pilot; a middle-aged brown haired man; Carver...

Carver?

Radarr squawked in surprise at the discovery as he continued to keep a careful eye trained on the traitor. Carver was still wearing his cloak, and he was carrying a somewhat large box underneath one arm. Radarr narrowed his eyes in suspicion. What was Carver up to? But then, Radarr grew alert as Carver merged farther into the crowd, and the Storm Hawk knew he had a choice. He could either abandon his post and investigate further, or he could guard the skimmer and let Carver slip away. Radarr glanced back and forth between the skimmer and the part of the crowd where Carver was quickly disappearing. With a final bark of exasperation, Radarr jumped over the crates and pursued sneakily through the crowd, careful not to be seen.

It wasn't too hard keeping an eye on Carver – he moved straight and with purpose. Naturally, Radarr possessed the advantage of stealth being rather small himself. He stayed close to the ground on all fours, and kept his gaze locked on Carver with extreme distaste and curiosity. True, there was a small twinge of guilt in the back of his mind for leaving the skimmer behind, especially since Aerrow had directly ordered Radarr to keep an eye on it. However, Radarr was determined to see this through. He saw this as a chance worthy of the risk, and he was going to find out what Carver was up to.

But the villain didn't seem so sure now. He gazed down the side-streets and at the tents repeatedly. Radarr recognized the signs of a person who had lost their way. Quite suddenly and perhaps a bit too harshly, Carver stopped a passer-by with his left hand, careful to keep a firm grip on the mysterious box with the other.

"Where is Renswicks' shop?" Carver demanded darkly. The innocent pedestrian – a scrawny young man with dark hair – looked greatly intimidated and pointed Carver in the right direction. Carver merely grunted in reply and pressed on. Radarr was about to pursue when...

"What the—?"

A huge foot came out of nowhere and Radarr yelped as he was nearly trampled underneath. With lighting reflexes only possessed by a startled animal, Radarr scurried behind some crates, panting hard as he took shelter. He peered around when he was sure it was safe to see a large man who had just emerged from the tent entrance that, until seconds ago, Radarr had been lying in front of.

"What is it, Marv?" some woman had asked from inside the canvas.

"Darned if I saw," the imposing man replied somewhat roughly. "Probably some huge rat or something..." he muttered as he tromped away. Radarr snorted, unimpressed. He was not a rat. However, there were more pressing matters at hand than Radarr's wounded pride. The run-in with the man had given Carver the perfect chance to slip away. Radarr scoured the street, but his target was nowhere to be found. However, Radarr wasn't greatly discouraged. At least he knew where Carver was headed. Feeling like he had achieved his goal, Radarr smirked proudly and turned back to head to the skimmer so he could warn Aerrow and Finn.

It didn't take long to return to his post. Circling around behind the tents that lined the road, he approached the skimmer from behind, where he could clearly make out the ride, shining in the sun. Goal in sight, Radarr threw caution to the wind as he began to run towards the skimmer. However, he halted all too late when he realized his mistake.

Three Third Degree Burners were gathered around Aerrow's skimmer, and now peered straight down at Radarr.

"I knew it!" Blister shouted as Radarr stared up at the humans, panicked and slowly retreating. "The Storm Hawks are here! Get him!"

At the command, Radarr's fight or flight sense had been triggered, and he definitely knew which option he was going to submit to. Like a bolt of lightning, he scampered through the streets on all fours, weaving in and out of the crowd. He could hear the Burners close behind him, though they were slowly losing ground. Radarr smirked. He had the advantage.

As he rounded a corner, Radarr noticed his chance to shake his pursuers. There was a solid-looking fence to his left with loose sand at the bottom. Making a harsh turn, Radarr dove under the fence and wriggled through the small gap he buried through in the sand. Quickly standing once he reached the other side and pressing his frame against the wood, Radarr silenced his fast breathing and peeked through a gap between the boards. He mostly spotted feet, but he was able to identify the muscular ankles that belonged to the Burners. They paused briefly outside of Radarr's hiding spot. Radarr felt his fur go on end, but the feeling slowly went away as the squadron decided they had lost their target, and moved on.

Radarr sighed in relief as the Burners left, but in the short time he had to reflect on this new situation, a stronger twinge of guilt than that of before nagged at him. This was his fault. If he didn't abandon the skimmer, the Burners probably would not have been alerted to their presence. Radarr groaned quietly to himself but knew there was nothing he could do to change it now. He would just have to hope that Aerrow and Finn would be okay...

Brushing himself off, Radarr turned around, deciding he should probably go off in search of his friends. However, he was not expecting to see what he had walked into.

There was a chicken behind him.
And another one behind her.

In fact, there were a lot of chickens gathered behind Radarr. Unknown to the small creature when he had wriggled under the fence, he had unwillingly stumbled into a yard filled to the brim with hens of all colours. And every last one of them was eyeing Radarr with the oddest look – a look quite familiar to Radarr.

Oh no.
Not now.
Not again.

Radarr whimpered slightly, pressing himself closer against the fence. The chicken leading the rest of the brood (white, of course) clucked slightly in wistful anticipation. However, she followed by letting loose with a loud squawk of dominance, causing her sisters to rush forward in a mighty wave of feathers.

Fleeing for his life, Radarr dove back underneath the fence and scurried off in a blur of blue. However, the hens weren't going to shy away from a little hole. They poured out in pursuit of their hearts' desire. Radarr looked behind him as he wove through the streets of Saharr. Ridiculous chickens! He had to shake them off his tail or risk drawing too much attention to himself. But how? That flock was massive and they weren't losing any ground. The hearts in their eyes blinded them to everything else.

It was then that Radarr spotted a narrow chute coming out of the sand. Perfect! He didn't know what it was for or what it was doing there, but it seemed like the perfect hiding place for him. Not having to time to give it much thought, Radarr jumped into the opening of the pipe and crouched on (what he assumed) was the sandy bottom. It was dark and smelly inside, but it was worth it if it meant he had given the hens the slip.

Radarr listened through the thin metal carefully. He heard the hens approach... and run right past his hiding spot. Radarr smiled to himself. Perfect! Now... to get out of this chute...

Radarr looked around himself and was about to jump for the opening, when he suddenly felt the ground give a little bit beneath him. Pausing in surprise, Radarr turned his face down to his feet. It was too dark to see, but it felt like the sand he was standing on was covering something... bulkier? Suddenly, whatever it was collapsed on itself, and Radarr found he was falling down more of the chute that he wasn't aware of. It slanted and levelled off a bit, then opened suddenly out of the side of the terra.

Radarr panicked for a second as he fell through the air, but was abruptly cut off when he landed in a large pile of garbage. Pulling himself out of the trash, Radarr's nose stung at the rank smell, and he groaned in revulsion. Disgusting! He had landed in a garbage barge. That chute was a trash disposal!

Looking a little ragged and smelling even worse, Radarr stood up and (in a futile effort to improve his appearance) brushed himself off. Sticking out his tongue while he pulled an old banana peel off his fur, Radarr turned around and looked up to the surface of the terra. It wasn't too high up... the fall to the barge was a short one. Radarr supposed he could climb back up. The terra was sandy on top but it was solid rock beneath.

However, just as he was gauging the jump between the barge and the side of the terra, a sudden lurch made Radarr fall face-first into the garbage. The barge had begun to move! Radarr scrambled to his feet and looked around desperately. Knowing he had to get back to the terra, Radarr dashed to the back rail of the barge, but no luck. There's no way he could jump the gap now.

Seeing Saharr move farther and farther away, Radarr whimpered. Aerrow and Finn were back there, and they would have no idea where Radarr went. But either way, the Storm Hawk was leaving Saharr, whether he wanted to or not.

It wasn't too long a flight, though Radarr had somehow managed to nod off, despite the stink. The recent excitement had caught up with him, and he had a solid sleep not entirely by choice as the barge continued to make its way to its destination. However, it was to a rude awakening that Radarr was greeted. He startled suddenly from sleep when he felt the trash fall out from underneath him, and before he knew it, he was falling along with it! Radarr landed (once again) into a large pile of garbage. Groaning and pulling himself out of the refuse, Radarr looked up to the sky and saw a large (now empty) ship flying away.

Oh. So he was in a dump.

Looking around himself, Radarr was discouraged to discover that he was in a rather big dump. There was trash on all sides of him, and the sickly sweet smell burned his nose. In the distance, there was a long hill isolating the trash from the rest of the terra. Well, Radarr supposed, he might as well start heading for that so he could get a good view of where he was. Rising to his feet and being careful not to step on anything too disgusting, Radarr slowly advanced toward his goal.

It was a gross and revolting experience, one which Radarr constantly compared to Tearthorne forest. So far, he couldn't tell which was worse. His current situation wasn't improved on when he tripped over something sticking out of the other refuse, sending him falling face first into something slimy, bad-smelling, and green. Growling in frustration, Radarr turned his head to spy on what the culprit was. It seemed Radarr had tripped over a long piece of thin metal jutting out of the debris at an odd angle. But wait... Radarr paused as he rose to his feet and wiped the gunk off his face. Something about that looked familiar. Radarr approached the tip of the metal curiously and cleared away some of the trash surrounding it. Seeing what it was, Radarr squawked in excitement. He was right – it was the tip of a wing.

And a wing meant a skimmer.

Excited and hopeful, Radarr dug through the trash, revealing the rest of the ride. It took several minutes, but the renewed hope blinded Radarr to any disgust he may have felt before. When the entire machine was cleared, Radarr yanked on the front engine with all his might to drag it out of the hole. It came out easier than expected, which wasn't a good sign. It may have ended up just an empty shell. However, Radarr wasn't about to let himself be discouraged. He quickly performed a diagnosis of the skimmer.

But the outlook wasn't good. Some serious parts were missing. This wasn't just a matter of some major repairs. Radarr needed resources. The question was, where to get them? Radarr looked around and sorted through some of the debris near the skimmer, but he couldn't find anything of use. At this Radarr groaned. Now what? He was so excited at his discovery... was it all going to go to waste?

Deciding that he had no choice but to abandon the skimmer for now and resort to the previous plan of heading for the hill, Radarr turned and trudged away from the ride.

It was several moments before he reached the hill, and another handful before he was able to climb to the top. Hot, smelly, and incredibly filthy, Radarr panted in exhaustion as he fell onto the nice, soft grass. However, once he had recovered somewhat, there was something he spied that gave Radarr hope. There was a small village a short distance away from the dump. Maybe he could find something down there that could help him fix the skimmer! Perking up slightly, Radarr descended.

Keeping in mind the situation behind his being here, Radarr moved carefully as he neared the outskirts of the small homesteads. It seemed quiet enough – granted a little too quiet to be a large purveyor of skimmer parts – but Radarr figured there couldn't be any harm in looking around. However, extra cautious from his recent experiences, he crouched behind a bush quickly as he heard some skyrides descend on the terra. Peeking from between the leaves, Radarr noted that it was the Screaming Queens.

Just great.

No doubt they were in search of the Storm Hawks. You would need some serious business to fly willingly to this undesirable terra. Radarr watched attentively from his hiding place as the Screaming Queens dismounted. The leader spoke some words to her squad that Radarr couldn't pick up on, but they soon left, beginning their business on foot. Radarr glanced back at where they had parked their rides and with a small chirr, smiled mischievously. This was the perfect opportunity...

It was several minutes before the Screaming Queens returned to their rides, their patience a little worse for wear. This terra proved, like several others before it, unfruitful to their investigation.

"Let's go, girls," the Sky Knight addressed her squad. She tried to start her ride, but the machinery inside merely made a hollow clicking noise as she opened the throttle. In frustration, she tried again, but the same result occurred. Curious at the state of her leader's skyride, one of the other squad members started her skimmer. It drove about two feet... until it fell to pieces. The third hesitantly observed her vehicle, and tentatively pushed the ignition, which sent an unpleasant electric shock throughout her body.

From the top of the hill, Radarr was pleasantly surveying the mayhem he caused. He had just enough time to salvage all the parts he needed to fix the junkyard skimmer... and perhaps a little more. Grinning widely as the pink-haired knight's skimmer let out a large plume of smoke, Radarr carried the last bundle of skyride parts down to the skimmer.

It was only a matter of time before he had it running...

For Aerrow and Finn, it was a long, quiet flight. Neither Storm Hawk really knew what to say to the other. And truthfully... neither one really felt like talking. Finally, after an indistinguishable amount of time, Aerrow parked the skimmer on a somewhat familiar terra. The both of them dismounted to survey the surroundings.

"Nostrus," Finn stated hollowly. He knew they were coming here. It was one of the few words exchanged between the two since leaving Saharr.

"It was the only place I could think of," Aerrow retorted perhaps a little too testily.

"Right," Finn said, not really seeming to care. However, the apathy got to Aerrow like nothing else had, and he had finally taken his limit.

"What's your deal, Finn?" Aerrow burst out.

"You want to know my 'deal'?" Finn responded smoothly with a harsh tone, as if he had expected this fight to come. "I've had it with everything that's been happening. I've had it with being tired, and jumping from terra to terra, and splitting up and... and... this!" Finn gestured to their general surroundings, and Aerrow looked away from Finn's gaze a little guilty, knowing that he wasn't entirely blameless. "We're in the middle of nowhere, with nothing!" Finn continued. "And now Radarr's gone as well as the others."

"You think I don't know that?" Aerrow rounded on Finn. "You think I'm happy with this situation?"

"You're the one that led us here!"

Aerrow paused and looked at Finn with a gaze of deep surprise and hurt. "You don't really mean that," Aerrow said coolly, though he couldn't hide the doubt in his eyes.

"Whatever," Finn avoided, though he seemed to have cooled down a bit. He turned away from Aerrow, but the Sky Knight wasn't about to forget what he just heard. Did Finn really think he was to blame? Granted, he was the leader of the Storm Hawks, but... what else was he supposed to do?

Trying to find the right way to settle this without a fight, Aerrow approached Finn from behind. "Finn, I..." But Aerrow was cut off by the hum of a skimmer overhead. He looked up, and saw that it was Dove descending towards them. "How—" Aerrow began, but Finn interrupted.

"I radioed her and gave our coordinates just as we left Saharr," the sharpshooter explained. He said it coldly and unmistakably in defiance.

"You radioed the Ducks?" Aerrow questioned, appalled at the rashness of Finn's decision.

"Just Dove," Finn defended. "What's the problem?"

"Problem?" Aerrow repeated in slight anger and panic as he saw Dove's ride descend into the trees. "Finn, I'm suspicious that the Ducks have turned!"

"What?" Finn stammered, surprise making him forget to act cool and distant. "What do you mean you—" But he was cut off when Dove suddenly came into view.

Aerrow tensed cautiously and Finn glanced back and forth between the Sky Knight and the Duck, confused at the new situation. Dove approached the Storm Hawks with a smile, naive to the tension building. However, her face fell as she saw it was just the two of them.

"Is it only you?" Dove asked, seeming concerned.

"Yes," Aerrow replied coldly, not taking the effort to elaborate. The behaviour did not go unnoticed by Dove, and her eyes narrowed slightly, but not in anger... more like guilt.

"What happened?"

"You mean you haven't heard?" Aerrow questioned, Finn staying silent between the two others.

"I heard you were ambushed on Latebra," Dove said, a little passionately which bore a ring of truth. She wasn't angry, only worried. "That's why I was zo relieved when you radioed me your coordinates. I wanted to make sure you were all right."

"Is that why you really came?" Aerrow continued to counter.

"What are you talking about?" Dove asked, exasperated and concerned – she had picked up on the hostility. "Of course! I was worried!"

"Then where's the rest of the Ducks?" Aerrow suddenly shot out. This question took Dove off guard, and she broke her gaze with Aerrow, looking uneasy. Finn looked at Dove curiously. "Aren't the other people of Gale worried?" Aerrow continued. "Where's your family, Dove? What are they doing right now?"

Dove didn't have an answer. She merely fixed her gaze uncomfortably on the ground.

Finn was still baffled by the situation. He just... didn't want to believe this. "...Dove?" he asked tentatively, hoping for an explanation.

"That ees what I came 'ere to talk to you about!" Dove suddenly burst out. "I—"

But she was interrupted by static. Aerrow's com gear had buzzed to life, and the suddenness of it caught the attention of all three individuals.

"Aerrow... ...-row... ...respo-... The... ...have turn-..."

The message was terribly garbled and faint, but nonetheless, Aerrow could very clearly tell that it was Piper's voice. In seconds he had rushed to his skimmer. "Piper!" Aerrow radioed back, the worry in his voice plain. "What's wrong? Who has turned?"

But clearly the recent repairs were far from perfect, for Piper gave no indication that she had heard him, though her next message was response enough.

"...-peat! ... Rebel Ducks... ...have turned..."

"Piper," Aerrow called back into the com gear. "Piper!"

But there was nothing more. Only static.

Hollow and blank, Aerrow switched off the com gear and faced Dove with an ice-cold glare.

"Mind explaining that?"

Finn continued to look between the two. He didn't know what to think. Dove eyed Aerrow back resolutely. There was glint of shame in her eyes, but she wasn't going to back down.

"I can explain."

"I think I've heard enough."

"No, wait! You need to listen..."

"You gave into peer pressure, is that it? Or maybe you just want Gale to be safe."

"Don't talk zo flippantly about eet!" Dove yelled, her accent coming out strongly in her anger. She was clearly passionate and torn at the situation. "I know it's hard for you but don't forget the difficulty that the rest of us have to go through, too! It's not easy doing what you know is right! I came 'ere alone to support you!"

"Because your squadron was busy attacking my team!"

"They're not my squadron anymore," Dove argued, pointedly.

Aerrow was momentarily taken aback. "What do you mean?"

"I left the Ducks," Dove informed the two, a little less aggressively but still tense. "There was talk... I didn't agree with them, but I proved to be a minority..."

There was a pause as Aerrow debated whether or not to believe her, but Dove now turned to pleading.

"You have to believe me!" Dove reasoned. "I left them zo I could 'elp you!"

"Still... a little convenient, isn't it?" Aerrow asked, skeptical and no longer willing to trust anyone. "You're the only one we told about Latebra. And not after five minutes since we landed, a turned squad knew exactly where to find us."

"I don't know how that happened," Dove stated simply, but it did nothing to persuade Aerrow. He stood in silent judgment, but finally Finn found his own words.

"...We could give her a chance."

Aerrow turned to Finn, amazed at what he heard. "What?"

"I'm just saying..." Finn said, in a weak effort to defend his argument, yet adamant all the same. "It's not like we have any proof."

"Finn! Did you not hear Piper just now? We can't trust Dove! She's the enemy!"

Dove gasped as if she had been struck, and Aerrow tensed harshly.

Wait...
What?
Why did he say that? He didn't mean to say that.

Finn merely looked back at Aerrow with dim, searching eyes, shocked his leader would say such a thing. But it was Dove that Aerrow turned to. She stared at him with wide eyes and an expression of the deepest hurt.

"Wait... Dove... I didn't mean..." Aerrow stammered. But the damage had been done.

"I thought you of all people would know what it feels like not to be trusted." And without another word, Dove ran back into the trees, towards her skimmer.

"Wait! Dove!"

But she didn't come back.

Aerrow could only stare, appalled at his own words. However, Finn had his thoughts to voice.

"What is your problem?"

Aerrow turned to Finn in disbelief. What did he have to be furious about?

"What?" Aerrow asked, not being able to believe that his wingman would actually side against him.

"You thought the Ducks were turned? Why didn't you tell me?"

Oh. Right. That.

"Finn..."

"Was that why you wanted to go to Wayside instead of Gale?" Finn interrupted. "You didn't trust me enough to tell me the real reason?"

"No, you've got this all wrong," Aerrow defended, though he was faltering. "It wasn't just the Ducks... We found out about Saharr and Carver, didn't we?"

"And lost Radarr!" Finn accused.

Aerrow didn't have a proper response to that. He knew it was because of his decision that things turned out the way they had. Seeing Aerrow hesitate, Finn continued on, sad and disappointed.

"Why weren't you just open with me from the start?"

"I..." Why wasn't he? "...I wanted to be sure."

"No," Finn denied, anger clouding his judgment. "You didn't trust me. You think that since you're the Sky Knight you can just keep everything to yourself. No need to confide in the wingman, huh?"

"Now hold on a second, Finn," Aerrow denied vehemently. "That's not true at all."

"Forget this," Finn rejected. "You say we can't trust the Ducks, but I can't trust you. Just..." But Finn had reached his limit. Finding no other words to express his betrayal and anger, he threw up his arms and stomped off the way Dove had fled.

"Finn!" Aerrow called after his friend. "Wait! Finn!"

But he wasn't coming back either.

Angry, exhausted, and confused, Aerrow fell back onto the seat of his skimmer, using it a support. How did this happen? How did it all go so wrong?

Dove had reached her skimmer, and paused while mounting to wipe her eyes with the back of her sleeve. Sniffling slightly in shame, she seated herself on the ride. However, before she had the chance to start the engine, another figure approached her through the trees.

It was Finn.

"What is it?" Dove asked, trying to sound defiant yet not completely able to hide the slight waver in her voice. "Do you want to give me the third degree, too?"

"No," Finn said, solidly. "I want to go with you."

Dove just sat stock still. After a long pause, all she could manage was, "...What?"

"Aerrow was wrong about me. Chances are he's wrong about you, too."

Dove was completely taken aback. She didn't know what to think. "You... wouldn't say that if you weren't mad."

"Yes," Finn replied. "I would."

Dove knew he didn't mean it, but she was willing to listen all the same.

"I won't argue with you if you trust me," Dove conceded vaguely.

"Then let's go."

It was his fault. It was his job as a leader to make sure nothing like this happened.

He should have told Finn.

He should have done a lot of things differently. Aerrow didn't even know how Piper, Stork, and Junko were doing... let alone Radarr. He had tried so hard to protect his team... but his actions only tore them apart.

Aerrow rose from his skimmer and sighed. He should go find Finn and apologize. They were both under a lot of stress... it just all came out the wrong way. As for Dove... Aerrow just didn't know. They thought they could trust people before... how far did the treaty's influence reach?

He didn't know if he could take that chance.
He was scared to take that chance.
Scared to trust.

But he couldn't do this on his own, either. It was his mistake from the very beginning to think that the squad would be able to handle this separated. He had to find his team... before it was too late.

Aerrow rose to his feet but the action was greeted by the roar of a skimmer taking off. Aerrow looked up at the sky, expecting to see Dove flying away. However, his heart plummeted at what he saw.

Finn was with her.

He was leaving Aerrow behind... just as Aerrow left him.

Furious at himself, Aerrow yelled out and kicked his skimmer forcefully. The vent in anger though did nothing to satisfy him. He had failed. There was nothing left.

They were all divided.