A.N: When I first started writing this, my OC's name was 'Gwinn, and then at some point it go changed to Gwen. Well, I've decided to change it back, so this is different from the version on ficwad in that respect.

Chapter 4: The Person Behind the Name.

"I don't like it. They sound dangerous." Claire said to her Granddaughter. The Rogue, Gwinn to Claire, sat across from her on a log. The thief looked across at the old woman. Her Grandmother was so important to her, just like her little brother.

The elderly lady across from her had dark skin and her hair was white. She wore a creamy-grey pant-suit type clothing and matching shoes. Her eyes were brown, and her face had become lined with hardship and worry over the years after the attack which had left their little family broken and without a home. Gwinn's anger rose at the mere thought of it and looked down at her right hand almost instinctively and was glad she wore gloves. The guilt had never left her. If she had gotten there sooner-if she had cooked up the nerve to escape the lab sooner, she might have made it in time.

"Perhaps they are. But I'm dangerous too. These are far from the worst clients I've had. In fact, compared to most, they're kittens. Besides, if they try to double cross me, they'll learn why even the mighty Sokar fears me."

Claire knew that Gwinn meant it. While "the Rogue" didn't exist with her and Will, (Gwen's little brother), she was the considered the best thief in 6 sectors, possibly in all of Skyland. However, while most of the black market and more sinister characters all knew this, she wasn't the most wanted person ever. She was smart enough not to get caught. Also, while others in her line of work purposefully left wounds un-healed to give themselves the tough look, Gwinn didn't follow their example, choosing instead to make her reputation through her work instead of by facial marks from previous battles. Besides, she already scars that had been left by the Sphere's experiments on her that she would never be able to get rid of. She simply hid them behind her gloves, bangs, and attitude.

Even though Claire had missed several years of her granddaughter's life, she had still noticed her grandchild change considerably after starting this job. Her attitude toward them had not changed, but she had watched Gwinn's self-loathing increase. She had to admit that the teenager was good at her job, but she didn't have to like it. However now, it had become a way of life for her. Claire felt guilty because she knew whom Gwinn was doing this for. William and Claire had lived on several different blocks, but currently their home was a deserted block that had probably been a small town. It had all sorts of abandoned buildings. They had chosen an abandoned firehouse to live in. The Bloc was perfect for them because it was extremely hard to find if you didn't already know where it was. The three of them had found it after running away from the carnage that was what remained of Gwen and Will's hometown. After discovering how good a thief she was while pilfering water and food for them, Gwinn left Claire and Will there whilst she was off looking for more "opportunities" and returned with her payment to add to their stock. She always asked for practical things as payment, such as water or parts for the old ship she flew, or something she could trade for things like that. The one she was thinking about interrupted Claire's train of thought.

"I'm going to bed. I have an early start tomorrow if I'm going to get that rock." The teenager said. And with that she walked into the abandoned building that was their home.

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Lena tossed and turned that night. She wasn't really surprised. Since her epic fight with Oslo, she had been having nightmares pretty much every other night. However, while this dream started out similar to the others, it turned into something different.

As always, there was Oslo, a giant in her nightmare. He had Dahlia and Cheung in those creepy chairs and was laughing manically. She ran to get to them, but a glass wall slid down in front of her. Now Cortez and Wyan were trapped in chairs next to Dahlia and Cheung.

You can save them Lena… Oslo's voice rang though her head

"No!" She breathed, pounding her fists against the glass. Finally, there was Mahad and her mother struggling against his giant grip. She tried to use her powers to no avail. They weren't even working

"NO!" she screamed. This only made him laugh more

Surrender to me and I will let them go

"No! Leave them alone! It's me you want! Let them go! Please!" She sobbed.

Suddenly there was someone else there. A strange old woman with dark skin, white hair and strange, blank eyes that began to glow the eyrie sejinn blue was also restrained along with the rebels. Then there was more…a little boy had joined the ranks of the chained people and someone was now down with Lena behind the wall. She had dark blond hair that had a red streak in it and was wearing camouflage pants, brown boots, a purple t-shirt, black vest and purple gloves. She seemed confused at first, but when she saw Oslo, she threw something at him and yelled in fury. Oslo looked at this newcomer with…was that confusion? However, before she could figure anything out she was pulling out of the dream…

"Lena! Lena darling wake up!" Mila cried as she shook her sleeping daughter. Lena was thrashing around and yelling. There were tears running down her face and she woke up breathless. She looked around at the concerned faces of her mother and brother.

"Oslo! He-" she started. Her mother cut her off by taking her into her arms. The young girl couldn't stop her frightened tears then

"Shh. It's all right. It was just a bad dream." Her mother murmured reassuringly. Mahad sat down on the bed beside them.

"This one must have been bad. You haven't woken up this scared since the first one!" He commented worriedly. By this time his sister seemed to have calmed down a little.

"This one was different. It was like there was someone else there with me and more people with you…and I saw this place…" the young girl sighed and leaned against her mother. She was exhausted. After barely having slept in two weeks, the effect of the nightmares was increasingly effective if they were being sent by Oslo. She somehow knew he was behind this-he was always behind it! Still, now she had a feeling that she had to go with Wayan and Cortez to meet this person.

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Gwinn woke up the next morning from the strangest dream. Oslo had been in it. She had only met the megalomaniac once, well…met was not the right word. He had not noticed her in the guise of a technician, or at least was not supposed to have. But she had seen enough then and knew his reputation-both from rumours and from the most reliable source she had ever known: her mother. Even though the thief had only had a brief encounter with the man, she already loathed him. Her mother had never said anything, but whenever she talked about Oslo and what he would do to his kind brother Darius, she had always gotten this look in her eye that had told her daughter more than words could have about how frightened he had made her. However, that was not the only reason for her intense dislike of the man. No. Oh no, there was more, a great deal more. First, while the experiments that Gwinn had been put through were not of his design, he had authorized them! Not only that, he supported them!

While she loathed admitting it, Gwen was terrified of him. If she was correct in her hypothesis, she knew what would happen to her if the dictator couldn't get a hold of his brother, but managed to get her when he was sick. After all, other than his extremely odd fascination with the anti-sejinn substance exelerium, that had been the only other reason she could think of for the experiments, as more than one had been preformed while she was there. Only recently had she found this out herself, and her best hope was that he didn't know she even existed, or if he knew that, he at least didn't know…

Stop that! She mentally ordered herself. Wallowing in fear and self-pity would do her no good! She wasn't even sure who she was, why should he have a clue?

After a quick good-bye to her family, she got ready to leave.

Inside her ship were three photos. One was of her mother, one of her mother, her and her deceased twin, and the third was one of Claire and William together in front of the Firehouse they lived in. After a brief moment of melancholy over her mom and sister, she took off and steered her ship out of the fog and rocks. If she had not flown through it a million times, she would have had a considerable amount of difficulty getting through it. They had been lucky the first time, every once in a while, the fog would dissipate long enough for someone to navigate around the junk field, however, that had only occurred once in all the time since they had arrived three years earlier, so she wasn't particularly worried about anyone finding it.

However, maybe she should be.

No. She told herself. Who would look here anyway?