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Minn: I'm done with excuses. It's just LIFE, okay, peeps? Sadly, I do not have the kind of time I used to have in high school, so I only get the chance to sit down and write really at most one a week... and even then it's only for about half an hour or so. I'm sorry. Really, I'm trying my best to dedicate enough time to this fic, but there are sadly other priorities that take much higher precedence over this. Regardless, I am still dedicated to seeing this though to the end, so just bear with me, and there will be chapters yet to come. I appreciate all of the support everyone has given me so far. :)

p.s. As a little incentive, next chapter promises to be quite 'stimulating'. ;) Also, I'm considering chapter 12 to be around the halfway point. (Plotwise... not chapter wise. Still not sure how many we have left... a goof handful at the least).

p.p.s. I'm going on vacation in late April. I can't promise if chapter 12 will be out before then, but I'll try my best.

Chapter 11: Working Together

"Are you sure about this plan, Aerrow?"

"You agreed my idea sounded plausible."

"It does, but this isn't like last time. We have to avoid detection if we want to succeed."

As Starling spoke, she eyed the teen with a knowing look. Aerrow was often rash and reckless in his actions – not the best characteristics to possess when engaging a stealth mission. However, Aerrow casually shrugged off the scolding glare. This was his element. Nothing was going to discourage him in the middle of their mission.

Their mission just so happened to be taking place on Bogaton. When Aerrow had spontaneously announced their destination, Starling first questioned him, not realizing the connection he had made in regards to Cyclonis' intent. Yet it was easy enough to explain.

The terms of the treaty were very clear. Pilots from either one of the opposing sides were not allowed to enter the other's airspace. However, the treaty only expanded its influence to Cyclonia and the Alliance. There was nothing written in the treaty regarding the airspace of third parties. And as Starling had brought to Aerrow's attention, Cyclonis had used the Raptors and other rogues before to carry out her plans. True, the weapons clause prevented Cyclonis from sharing any of her nation's power with the Raptors... but as she had proved before on many occasions, Cyclonis was able to work just as efficiently through tactics rather than blunt force, and there was nothing in the treaty about communication with third parties.

Either way, Aerrow was convinced he had caught a hold of something. He would not be surprised if the Raptors turned out to be involved in all of this. However, Starling still remained doubtful. She pointed out to Aerrow that even if Cyclonis was communicating with the Raptors, the treaty still prevented her from initiating hostile actions, and the Raptors were not powerful enough a force to pose a serious threat to the Alliance on their own, regardless if they "gained a few pointers". Cyclonis was not in possession of a secret unbeatable battle plan, for if she was, surely she would have ignored the whole facade of a treaty and merely initiated her hostile advances instead.

But Aerrow was still uneasy. It didn't seem like a serious threat, yet it was still the one (somewhat) loophole he could spot in the otherwise foolproof clauses. It didn't take much work to convince Starling to at least investigate, and so the two Sky Knights now found themselves crouched in hiding amongst the Bogaton underbrush, immediately outside the entrance of Repton's lair.

"You ready?" Aerrow checked with Starling.

She knew it would be pointless to voice any doubts now, so Starling simply nodded her head silently, as she turned her attention to the two guards outside of the entrance, Aerrow following her gaze.

"We have to be fast," Starling reminded Aerrow in a whisper. Smoothly, she picked up one of two small rocks sitting at her feet. Great care had to be taken for this first step. It would be easy enough for the two Knights to take out the Raptors on their own, but the key here was to gain entrance without sounding the alarm. Eventually, two disabled guards would be found no matter how discreet they were... so the only option left was a distraction. Even then, it had to be a distraction that left no evidence.

So Starling decided to throw a rock.

It was really the only thing the two Knights could think of at such short notice, and Starling felt a little silly for resorting to such a basic move, but it promised to effective nonetheless, just so long as she could pull it off without giving away their position.

Flipping the small rock quickly in her hand, Starling waited for a moment when both guards were looking away from where she and Aerrow laid crouched. Her second came, and in half that time she had succeeded in tossing the stone a great distance down the main road, into the other end of the brush. It was big enough to cause an audible clatter, and the noise caught the attention of both lizards, their reptilian heads turning sharply, ever alert. One gazed at the other in silent communication, and left his post to investigate.

This was the crucial moment. Starling and Aerrow ducked around to a curve in the wall, no more than five feet from where the remaining guard stood. Starling peered carefully around the corner. It was now or never. She tossed the remaining rock clear over the guard's head, so he would not notice it in his line of sight. It landed amid some bushes, but it caused enough of a rustle to temporarily catch the Raptor off guard. He turned his gaze for a moment, allowing Starling and Aerrow to run past behind him as both Knights knew he would not be so easily swayed from his post while his partner was still absent. The distraction was only good for just under two seconds, but it was enough. Starling And Aerrow quickly fled to a dark corner of the room which they had entered, and exhaled in relief.

They were in.

"Now what?" Starling whispered once they had made sure their position was secure. A complete plan had not been made prior, since it still wasn't clear exactly what they were looking for.

"We'll just have to explore until we find something," Aerrow said, determination not wavering in the slightest.

Starling was a little uneasy, but she followed Aerrow all the same. "Alright. But remember to stay low."

The duo slowly made their way through the halls of Repton's lair. It was not a pleasant experience, to say the least. There were regular patrols through the halls, and more than once Aerrow and Starling had just narrowly evaded an encounter. If they were going to investigate, they had to do so in secrecy. However, as time wore on, Starling began to have doubts. She wasn't as sure anymore that there was anything to investigate, and even Aerrow's certainty looked like it was beginning to wane. Even though she knew their skyrides were well hidden, Starling couldn't help but wonder how much longer they could rely on them not being discovered. Bogaton was a fairly large terra, but it wasn't that big.

But suddenly, just as Starling was beginning to give thought to voicing her musings to Aerrow, something caught her eye.

"Aerrow."

The Storm Hawk, who had been leading them through the halls, turned as his name was gently called. Starling gestured to a door opposite them, which was slightly ajar. Just visible from where he was standing, Aerrow could spy some bookcases inside.

And he didn't know many Raptors who bothered to make reading a regular habit.

Aerrow nodded in agreement as Starling gently pushed the door open. The Sky Knights entered cautiously but then could not hide smiles at what they had come across.

It was very obviously Repton's study. Probably the only one in the building since Raptors were more focused on power than tact. There wasn't much in the room – only a few half-filled bookcases and a small desk positioned in the middle of the room, but it was enough. Through some sixth sense, Aerrow could tell that somewhere in here, there was a clue.

As Starling perused the books thoughtfully, (Aerrow suspected more for her own curiosity rather than what they were looking for) Aerrow shuffled through the papers strewn about carelessly on the desk. There didn't seem to be anything out of the ordinary. Some security maintenance... an order for some crystals... random illegible scribblings... but no sinister plot; nothing Atmos-shattering at any rate. Disappointed but not discouraged, Aerrow turned his attention to the desk drawers. The one on the left held nothing fruitful either, just some bits of mechanical junk and a stray crystal here and there. The drawer on the right, however, held much more interest, since it was locked.

Aerrow had to open it.

"Starling," Aerrow called over, still mindful to keep his voice low. The other Knight moved over to where the Storm Hawk stood, and looked down at the drawer as Aerrow pulled on it again to demonstrate his point.

"Just a second," Starling said with a small smirk, as she pulled out a pair of crystals, both matching in their bright yellow colour. One seemed quite ordinary, yet the other was no larger than a toothpick. This one Starling slipped into the small keyhole of the drawer. Cupping her now free hand between her face and the keyhole, she held up the larger crystal, which slowly grew in luminance. Aerrow startled as a loud pop flew out of the keyhole as the toothpick-like crystal exploded. It wasn't a huge bang, but Aerrow looked back at the door all the same, for he was sure the noise would have been audible from the hallway. Fortunately, it seemed no one was nearby, for Starling and Aerrow remained undisturbed.

As Aerrow returned his attention to the drawer, Starling pulled it open with a flourish, grinning mischievously as she tucked the crystal back into one of her pockets. As the red headed knight watched her, he couldn't help but feel his spirits plummet for a moment.

That was the kind of trick Piper would probably come up with.

No. Never mind that just now. It was unlocked. Time to investigate.

The drawer was filled with a large stack of papers. Starling and Aerrow both dug into its contents, their instincts telling them they were on the right track. The documents stored in this drawer were more pristine, their importance showing through the care under which they were kept. In truth, Aerrow had a hard time understanding some of the plans and notes that were laid out before him, but Starling seemed to be drinking in the information hungrily. Aerrow eyed her curiously, but decided it best to say nothing.

They had only gone through a third of the pile, when Starling had diverted Aerrow's attention.

"Look at this..."

Aerrow turned around as Starling called over to him. He gazed down at what see what she was looking at, laid out across half of the desk. It looked like a large set of plans for... something. Aerrow wasn't completely ignorant when it came to that art of blueprints and crystal matrices, but these plans looked advanced.

"What is it?" he asked Starling, but she seemed to be at nearly just as much of a loss.

"It's hard to say..." Starling replied distantly in thought, eyes scanning the plans eagerly. "But these are advanced calculations... way too advanced for Raptors."

"The Terradons?" Aerrow speculated. "Possibly remains from when they left?"

"No..." Starling trailed off, looking troubled as she continued studying the plans. "This type of math is too recent... I haven't even seen crystal technology like this before."

Aerrow began to feel shiver of adrenaline pass through him. "Starling," he said, his eyes lighting up as he realized the potential of their discovery. "This could be it! What if these plans came from Cyclonia?"

This statement finally caught Starling's full attention as she pulled away from the papers before her. "You think Cyclonis is smuggling blueprints to the Raptors?"

"It's not unlikely," Aerrow defended. "Technically, she wouldn't be breaking the treaty since we don't actually know what this is yet. It may or may not be a weapon of some kind, but even if it is, technically the treaty hasn't been signed yet... and these are only blueprints! If Cyclonis is using the time she has left until she has to abide by the clauses, she can set up things the way she wants them, just so long as she makes sure the Alliance doesn't realize what she's up to in the meantime."

"That's a pretty big stretch, Aerrow..." Starling began, and at first, Aerrow's spirits fell as he thought she was going to present some sort of counterpoint. But instead, she turned back to the plans in steady concentration. "...But it could be possible."

Aerrow smiled again, and leaned in beside the Interceptor so he could also study the paper.

"There's no guarantee this came from Cyclonia..." Starling stated. "But looking at this section, it worries me that you might be on the right track in thinking this is a weapon." Starling gestured to a diagram of a crystal matrix as she spoke.

"What is it?" Aerrow asked.

"An internal reaction. A strong one. It holds more power than a natural crystal could ever harness, but this layout seems incomplete... ...Wait a minute!" Something had suddenly caught Starling's eye, and she scolded herself mentally for not noticing it sooner.

"Page three of six," Aerrow read aloud, looking at the small footnote Starling pointed out.

"No wonder we couldn't make sense of it," Starling said, annoyed with herself. "Help me gather up the other pages – "

But all at once, Starling and Aerrow's hearts stopped. In the heat of their discovery, both had failed to notice that smooth steps were slowly making their way down the hallway outside.

"Put them back!" Starling ordered in a panicked whisper as she gathered the blueprints in front of her. Aerrow scrounged up the rest of the papers and placed them orderly yet as quickly as possible back inside the drawer. Starling dumped the last of it inside the desk and slid the drawer shut just as the steps sounded from right outside the study door. The Interceptor dashed to a far corner of the room in which Aerrow was already in hiding behind a bookshelf. Starling joined him in the shadows, when no one other than Repton himself entered.

Starling tensed and barely breathed as she watched the Raptor circle around the desk and sit down, his back to the Knights. Through some divine grace, his keener senses hadn't picked up that anything was amiss with his surroundings, and he seemed content with the more important business running through his head. Starling couldn't help but betray a smug grin. She had invaded Repton's own study and he was none the wiser. She glanced down at Aerrow beside her to share a victorious glance, but her blood turned cold at the look on his face.

He was staring at the drawer.

The drawer with the lock they destroyed.

Of course. How did Starling miss that? She must have panicked. There was no time. But one way or the other, Repton was bound to notice that the drawer that was supposed to be locked now had a rather badly damaged keyhole.

Starling held her breath. It was only a matter of time...

But nothing happened. Repton cleared away some of the less important debris on his desk and made a few notes. Then, though an absolute miracle, or perhaps simply the most insane luck Starling had ever witnessed, Repton pulled open the drawer casually, grabbed the blueprints, and slid the drawer shut again, not even seeming to ever recall it needed a key.

But they weren't clear yet. Starling continued to stay stone still in anticipation. She could feel the slight tremors of adrenaline coursing through Aerrow beside her. Neither Knight dared to breath.

But Repton didn't notice. He simply carried the blueprints in his hands as he rose from his desk and exited the study, walking away to some unknown part of his fortress.

It was a solid minute before either Knight moved.

"That..." Aerrow finally breathed in less than a whisper. "...Was impossible."

"Impossibly lucky," Starling replied ruefully, as if it were disgraceful to ever have to rely on that amount of chance. "That was much too close, Aerrow. I say it's about time we leave."

"Agreed," Aerrow said, though a little downtrodden.

"Problem?" Starling questioned, as Aerrow made another check of the desk.

"He took all of it, Starling," he said, gazing in at a half empty drawer. "All of those plans are gone... Anything we could have used as proof."

Starling placed a hand on Aerrow's shoulder. "It's okay," she comforted him, though it came out hollow. "There was no real evidence that those plans were Cyclonian..."

But neither Knight could deny that they had lost a valuable chance.

"Either way we at least have a slim idea of what might be going on here..." Aerrow shrugged it off, trying to come up with a new course of action. "Let's get out of here. We'll discuss our next move once we're someplace safe."

"Good idea."

Sneaking out of Repton's lair wasn't any harder than sneaking in, and soon Starling and Aerrow found themselves wandering through the untamed wilderness of Bogaton, nearby to where they hid their skimmers (Aerrow having borrowed a spare one of Starling's).

"I think it's clear now that we're operating on a tight timeline," Starling said, in the middle of conversation while the duo slowly came into the rocky clearing where their rides awaited them. "We need to be quick and final about what we're going to do."

"I know we didn't learn much," Aerrow stated, coming up to his skimmer and looking down at it as he prepared to mount it. "But I still think we should-" But the Storm Hawk was cut off as Starling grabbed his arm, tense and alert. Aerrow looked up at her curiously, but her face was turned toward a grouping of trees. "What is it?" He turned his gaze to where Starling was looking, and then realized what caught her attention when he heard the rumbling of a skyride.

Both Starling and Aerrow remained alert, ready for a fight. But as the skyride pulled up and its pilot made known, Aerrow merely frowned slightly as she dismounted.

"Dove," Aerrow stated coolly, remembering their last meeting and still not sure if he could trust her. "What are you doing here?"

"I've been trying to find you ever since I left," Dove replied quickly, still trying to win Aerrow over. "But since I 'ad no idea where to turn, I decided to do some of my own investigation. It's just lucky we both 'appened to check Bogaton..."

"Where's Finn?" Aerrow cut her off, not really seeming to listen. This took Dove aback, as she still believed she could make Aerrow trust her, and had assumed that time would have let both of them forget what had been said before. But Aerrow's question and tone clearly showed where his priorities were. It's not that he was angry or begrudging Dove... he was simply undecided about her. And right now there were much more important matters at hand.

Dove didn't say anything in response to Aerrow's question, but she didn't have to. The look on her face was enough.

Aerrow merely stood coldly, not letting a single thought appear through his expressions. This scared Starling like nothing else when she remembered how passionate he was about the issue earlier.

"Come on, Starling," Aerrow said, not paying Dove any notice as he mounted the skimmer. However, he was soon startled out of his act when Dove placed herself in front of the skyride.

"Listen to me!" Dove finally broke, as Starling shuffled her weight uneasily in the background. "I know you don't believe in me, but at least believe in the very real danger that your team is in!"

It was Dove's desperation and her insistence on the safety of his team that made Aerrow falter. Because for a moment, he was reminded of himself...

Your gut feeling said we were innocent. You were right.

Aerrow softened, and hesitated as he tried to explain. "Dove, I-"

But once again the conversation came to a falter as Aerrow paused. His attention was suddenly caught by something off in the distance behind him, and Starling also became still as she listened.

There was the steely hum of approaching skimmers.

"Move!" Starling ordered, as she started her own ride.

Aerrow didn't need to be told twice, and as Dove ran back towards her own skimmer, he followed Starling down a long path that would lead them to the terra's edge.

However, they wouldn't be able to fly for a good few miles yet, and as the two Knights merged onto the open road, Aerrow glanced behind himself to get an idea of their situation. The Raptors had definitely discovered them, alright. They were closing in fast, and Aerrow could make out Spitz, Hoerk, and Lugey leading two other Raptors towards their targets.

They looked serious. This might get interesting.

"Keep close," Starling called across to Aerrow. However, almost as soon as she finished speaking, Starling was forced to swerve to the side as she dodged an attack from behind. Aerrow looked back again and scowled. They weren't getting the advantage that easily. Positioning his ride just right, Aerrow hit the brakes hard and fell back behind the Raptors, who had grown very close in their pursuit. Aerrow smirked as he took out two of the Raptors from behind as Starling challenged Hoerk from the side. Aerrow was about to speed up to her aid, when he hadn't realized Spitz had fallen back beside him.

The Raptor aimed for Aerrow's ride, but the Sky Knight was able to pull away just in time. However, his manoeuvre was cut short when Lugey rammed into the other side of his skimmer. Spitz closed in, and Aerrow realized with a jolt that he was pinned.

There was no other option. Deserting his ride, Aerrow jumped off from behind and landed in a roll, watching as the two other Raptors sped away, unable to react quickly enough to turn back. Well... it would buy him a little time. But then from out of nowhere, Aerrow felt a sharp pain rise up his back as he was launched face-first to the ground. Aerrow turned around and looked up to see that one of the earlier Raptors had caught up, and he approached Aerrow menacingly, weapon in hand.

Aerrow reached for his twin blades, but then in a moment of panic realized he had dropped them when taken by surprise from the initial attack. The Storm Hawk gritted his teeth. This wasn't good.

But then Dove appeared from out of nowhere and shot a pulse of energy from her ride, making the Raptor collapse to the ground. Dove pulled up beside the lizard in distaste while Aerrow got to his feet and grabbed his swords. He turned to face Dove, who refused to make eye contact.

"Now do you believe me?" She spoke testily with heavy sarcasm. It was meant to be rhetorical, but Aerrow wanted to answer all the same. He looked back to make sure that the Raptor Dove had taken out was the last of them. There was not a skimmer in sight. Aerrow turned back to Dove, hesitating. She seemed unaware of what he was thinking, but Aerrow knew he owed it to both of them to say what was on his mind.

"Yes."

Dove looked up as Aerrow spoke, surprise clear on her face, as she had given it up as a lost cause. However, Aerrow approached her slowly, an apology on his face as he rested a hand on her shoulder. "Yes, I trust you. I'm sorry, Dove."

He was completely sincere. There regret and truthfulness in his voice made that clear. Dove broke into a smile and hugged Aerrow, relieved and grateful. The Knight was a little taken aback by it, but then returned the gesture. "Come on," he said, after they had parted. "Let's catch up with Starling."

After the fight with the Raptors, the three friends didn't run into any more trouble with leaving Bogaton. Starling was a little surprised to see Dove join them, especially after what had happened when she first turned up, but Starling knew better than to ask too many questions. Besides, despite whatever had happened, Dove and Aerrow seemed to be on equal ground now.

"So what next?" Dove asked, as the three flew through the skies.

"We should think about exactly what the repercussions are of what Aerrow and I saw inside Repton's study," Starling replied, mind turned to business. Dove's eyes grew wide, eager for details, yet Aerrow looked like he had other thoughts churning inside his head.

"I know you don't want to do this, Starling," Aerrow said, addressing the other Knight directly. "But thinking about what we saw... I still say we should go to Cyclonia." Starling raised an eyebrow and was about to say something in reply, when Aerrow cut her off. "It's not for the reason you think. Or... at least not mostly. I just feel like it's time we go on the offensive."

Starling carefully studied Aerrow, and then glanced over to Dove, who looked a bit confused but loyal all the same.

"Actually..." Starling opened. "I've been thinking the same thing myself. Let's wait until we land. We can make plans in detail once we get back."

Aerrow looked satisfied and said nothing else, while Starling smirked slightly and Dove flew beside him. It might take time, it would take a lot of planning, but somehow he knew... soon they would be heading to Cyclonia.

Small echoes reverberated their way through the metal ducts as Radarr sneaked his way through the inner workings of the ship he had boarded after his run-in with the skyshark. It was very dirty and smelt even worse, yet by this time Radarr was accustomed to even worse circumstances.

Although, he would like to know exactly which ship it was he had boarded. Radarr snuck his way through the ventilation system, and tried peering through the grates to get a better idea of where he was. So far, his search had revealed nothing. Nothing, that was, until he had found the grate that looked into the bridge.

Radarr had to stop himself from screeching in surprise at what he saw. No less than six Murk Raiders, Scabulous in their midst, stood before him. This was the Blood Crow! Radarr was onboard the Blood Crow! Even though he knew he was safe in his current position, Radarr still felt a shiver go up his spine at the site of such ruthless enemies.

But then an even more shocking surprise met Radarr's sight – a Talon commander stepped into view. Radarr chirred in the back of his throat in heavy curiosity. A Talon? What on earth was a Talon doing onboard the Blood Crow? Moreover, Scabulous seemed... well... Radarr wouldn't say pleased, but Scabulous didn't seem like he had an immediate desire to tear the Talon commander to pieces. Radarr whimpered slightly. If Murk Raiders and Cyclonians were getting along, that was not good news.

The two leaders seemed to be discussing something, but Radarr had a hard time making out their words. He pressed his nose to the grate, straining his ears to pick up the slightest clue. Did the Talon say 'it would be worth it'...? Maybe something about a deal?

But before he had much time to listen, the Talon seemed to have concluded his business, as he shook hands formally with Scabulous and departed. By that time, Radarr knew the Cyclonians were up to something, and now was his chance to find out what. The Talon turned and looked like he was prepared to make his exit. ...Wait... exit? Of course! Where there's Cyclonians, there's Cyclonian Destroyers! Now was his chance!

Using his keen instincts, Radarr followed the Talon via the vents down to the hangar bay. Being careful to not draw too much attention towards himself, he removed the grate and fell down gently to the floor, hiding behind some crates. The hanger bay was huge, and the large metallic teeth which encircled the mouth of the ship didn't help to calm Radarr's nerves. To make matters worse, a large group of Murk Raiders were standing by as the Talon approached the deployed slider, which led back to his own ship (though granted, it was not clenched in between the teeth).

Radarr looked around, trying to come up with a plan for how he could sneak on board the Destroyer without being noticed. While he scanned the room, Radarr noticed a strange box that seemed to be guarded by one of the Raiders. Without really knowing the reason, Radarr felt an intense desire to see what was inside. Maybe this was due in part to the feeling he had seen it before, but for the life of him couldn't remember from where...

But then, someone passed in front of Radarr's hiding spot, and he was snapped out of his thoughts. No. He couldn't be distracted now. This was his only chance to find out what the Cyclonians were doing. And perhaps, Radarr thought with a small squirm in his stomach, do some recon on Cyclonia...

The only problem was that there seemed no way to pass, at least not without a distraction...

But then, Radarr became subject to his own distraction when he became aware of a small shuffling of feathers behind him.

Really?
Now?
Here?

Unable to believe it, Radarr turned around, and sure enough there was the white chicken that seemed to follow him everywhere. Radarr had no idea how she did it... but there she was. But then, an idea hit Radarr. Maybe the chicken's appearance wasn't such a bad thing after all...

Without giving her a chance to react to anything, Radarr picked up the hen and threw her directly into the midst of the Murk Raiders. Appalled at being handled in such an unceremonious fashion, the hen took out her anger on the first targets she spotted. Annoyed and flustered, she began to peck at the Raiders with surprising ferocity. Needless to say, they weren't appreciative. The scuffle soon broke out into ridiculous proportions, and soon, the hangar bay was full of angry Murk Raiders chasing down a chicken, feathers and glowing purple weapons flying everywhere. The retreating commander turned to watch the mayhem unfolding behind him, while Radarr took his moment of opportunity and slipped right past him, entering the Cyclonian Destroyer.

It wasn't much less intimidating than the Blood Crow. Being careful not to be spotted, Radarr snuck around the perimeter of the room until he found a nice isolated spot hidden behind some large pipes. Radarr ducked into his shadowy corner and waited. It didn't take long for the commander to return, and then shortly after the ship began to fly away from the Blood Crow, no doubt heading back to Cyclonia.

Radarr whimpered slightly as he hid inside the ship.. He wondered if this was the best move. It was incredibly dangerous to say the least, but it was his job as a Storm Hawk to investigate any leads given to him. Also, if he was going to be honest with himself, he wanted to find out what the state of the rest of his team was. It seemed like forever since he had visited Saharr with Aerrow and Finn, and even longer since he had arrived at Latebra with everyone else.

Radarr curled in a ball and tried to relax, though the effort was futile. What sort of adventures had the rest of the team gotten into? Was everyone alright? Did they find each other? Radarr sighed a heavy breath of longing. He wished he could see them again. And above all, he wished he could be with Aerrow.

All he could do was hope... hope that his destination might provide him with answers. Either way, all he knew was that one way or another, he was heading to Cyclonia.