Disclaimer: I do not own Skyland.
Epilogue
They made it back to the Rogue's ship in record time and all scrambled to get in and get off the base.
"Wait! What about the security thing or whatever it was?" Mahad reminded her.
"We got lucky this time. The self destruct seems to over-ride the security-or fry it. Either way…oh look. There's Zoras and his minions running away too. I told you that stuff didn't last too long."
And indeed there were a couple of patrollers taking off as well, though they didn't pursue them and went in the opposite direction. No one complained.
The trip back was a little more crowded with everyone inside. Mahad had offered to drive, but had been told 'no' in no uncertain terms!
"You wouldn't let anyone else pilot your ship would you?" The Rogue snapped.
"How did you know where to stand and stuff?" Cheung asked. The little boy spoke up then.
"She always gets to a rendez-vous early so she can scout it out right?" he said excitedly
"Will!" the Rogue snapped, but she didn't seem that angry. "He's right though, at least
when I'm dealing with a guardian. Ah." She said lightly. "There are your friends. It took them long enough." Then as if on queue Cortez's face appeared on the communication screen.
"Now listen you little-"
"Careful Cortez. There are children present. Aren't there Cheung?" The Thief said coolly. Catching the hint, Cheung stepped in.
"Cortez, its okay, Mahad and I are fine." The rebel Capitan sighed, although whether it was from relief or resignation at what he thought was a dire situation, they couldn't really tell.
"Alright Rogue. You've got us. What do you want in exchange for their safe return?" The teenage girl smiled a little coyly to herself in a thoughtful expression. A poke from her grandmother brought an end to any thoughts along that road, not that she really would have made them do anything at this point. They had after all been the honest ones at the little trade off. True, she had actually given them the real gem, but if she was being honest with herself even that had been more of an act of security than anything else. That stupid rock would be way more trouble than it was worth for her. Now it was her turn to do the right thing.
"Pick them up on the coordinates I'm sending you." Was all she said before she cut off the transmission.
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The Saint Nazaire landed on the coordinates specified by the thief to find themselves in a junkyard.
"I should have known it would be a trap!" Cortez growled.
"What choice do we have?" Lena asked "She's got Mahad and Cheung!"
"Uh…I'm not so sure about that." Wyan said, pointing to the window. There were the two boys standing on top of a floating piece of debris waving their arms in the air.
Once they were on board Lena ran to Mahad and gave him such a fierce hug it through him off balance, Mila wasn't far behind though she gave her son a much gentler embrace. Cheung did the same as Lena to Dahlia and then Cortez, and while the latter was a little stiff and awkward in receiving it, he was clearly relieved and glad that the little boy was safe and unharmed.
"Are ye alright?" Cortez asked his adoptive son.
"What happened?" Lena asked her brother. The two boys looked at each other.
"It's a long story…" Mahad started "Let me, uh, us tell you all about it." So they began telling them what happened right from after Wyan had left up until their little drop off.
"…And then she just ditched us where you found us and told us to give you this." Cheung finished handing Cortez a note from the Rogue.
Price was paid in full, including interest. Therefore you'll also find the blue prints for Prototype TX10 enclosed with this; I believe you called it the Hyperion.
P.S. For the record, they were stashed in a garage on a block that looks like it used to be New York. Your assistance was appreciated.
Cortez read it out loud as the blue prints dropped to the floor.
"Why do I get the feeling we haven't seen the last of her?" Dahlia commented gravely.
"Assistance? What did we do? Other than get captured of course." Mahad said.
"I feel like we've just played some sort of twisted game or something." Wyan said
"Aye, But only she seems to know all the rules. We need to be wary of her."
"Wait a minute, there's more" they looked down at the rest of the note
P.P.S: Thanks for the map.
A.N: Just thought I'd quickly clarify, the map she is referring to is a copy of the Vector's map of Skyland.