Amelia scanned the top of the cell door and then dropped to the floor. "I can't seem to-"

"Move aside, Amelia." Clement said as he backed up to the wall. Amelia immediately knew what he was going to do, and got out of the way mere seconds before Clement plowed into the door and sent it flying off its pathetic hinges and banging into the other wall.

Amelia went and helped up Clement, who'd fallen in the process of his heroic body throw.

"Are you alright?"

"Just peachy."

"Good."

They both sort of grinned at each other as adrenaline built up in their veins. At the sound of footsteps, Amelia fetched the king's sabre. Clement looked around and found that that was all the king had on him for weapons, so he went to the cell door and grabbed a hold of the bottom of one of the main bars and stood on the bottom, pulling with a strong jerk that managed to bread it from the main frame, and then did the same at the other side. This gave him a metal pole of about eight feet long.

"That's deadly." Amelia commented, grabbing the torch on the wall.

"It's also good for emergency pole vaulting." He added as they began to run in the dark, going past other cells that either contained skeletons or captured people that Amelia longed to help, but knew she couldn't. She had to get home, to her children and her husband, and her friends, her sister. Edmund. All of them, she had to make it there.

At the end of the hall they were met with guards, who either took out sabre's or high-tech Procinian guns.

"En guard!" One shouted, jabbing at Amelia. Clement took him and three others out with his pole of death, while Amelia made some into ribboned meat and violently stabbed others in the head when they fell. By the end of their fighting, they'd taken down ten men. Clement stared at Amelia, beads of sweat on his brow.

"You're surprisingly violent."

Amelia wiped the blood off her sabre and smeared it on the front of her shirt, doing the same to a bewhilered Clement.

"Have to make them think we're weak." She said. "They'll put in less effort. If there's one things I know about Proc's, it's that they're some of the laziest bloody bastards in the galaxy."

"I'll take your unquestioned word for it." He agreed.

"Good. Come then, we're going home."

Their plans were thwarted by a large Procinian ship coming back to the planet they had been on. Jim, Onyx, and Minerva were currently cornered by three Procyon officers, all bearing sabre's. All of them had a gun, cocked and ready.

"Ve can move faster than you can shoot." One spat, sneering.

"Zes, you might as vell-"

Onyx shot that one in the eye, and Minerva shot the one diagonally from herself, as Jim did the same. All three of them then ran as more officers pursued them.

"What are we going to do!" Jim squealed as bullets whizzed past there heads.

"FREAK OUT!" Minerva yelled while knocking various objects in their way in an attempt to slow them down. At a corner, Onyx showed impressive maneuverability by picking up Minerva and Jim and turning at the same time, tossing them forward. They then took another sharp turn, where they ended up in an alleyway between two restaurants.

"Now what!" Minerva yelled. Onyx went over by a cart, where he located a cellar door. He broke the lock off easily and then opened the doors. "Get in!"

Minerva went in first, Jim following. Onyx brought up the rear, putting the broken chain lock around the handles of the cellar before closing it to make it look like it was still locked. They waited in the dark, nothing but a faint strip of light filtering through the crack between the two slabs of wood. The footsteps stopped by the door, and son there were the gruff voices of the Procyon's speaking in their native tongue. Onyx reached his hand out and felt Minerva, shaking like a puppy in a thunderstorm. He'd never known her to be this nervous, and it somewhat unnerved him. She was also starting to make some noise with her chattering teeth and the poor wooden steps under her feet. He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her close, hugging her to his chest as the Procyon's kept chattering and seemed to be bashing barrels and crates in the alleyway.

"I'm scared." She whispered quietly into his ear, gripping his shirt. She still shuddered terribly.

"Minerva," he said quietly, "they are rats. Filthy rats. What do you do with a rat?"

"Eat it?" She said in a natural Felinid response.

"...I was going to say kill it, but I guess that's a method, so I'll say yes."

There was a pause. They were still smashing things and loudly cursing. Suddenly, there were gunshots-but not from the Procyon's in front of them. Then there was screaming, and Onyx realized it was coming from the streets. A different, gruffer Procyon voice showed up out of the blue, and then thundering footsteps went away from the cellar. The trio remained there, Onyx holding Minerva, Jim keeping his hand on the handle. More screams. Clanging of swords.

"FOR LAAR!" A Procyon screamed before the sound of another gunshot.

"They're taking over the town!" Jim exclaimed, shoving up on the door. Onyx grabbed him by the collar and pulled the cellar back down. In the sliver of light, Jim looked shocked and angry before opening it again, just to have Onyx close it once more. Minerva looked confused as well. "Nyxie...we've got to help them!" She whispered, opening the cellar with Jim. Onyx closed it once more, holding both the handles and looking at them with a deep, sorrowful brow dramatically lit by the lack of illumination.

"They have advanced tools and weapons. They're powerful, and they are attacking in the hundreds." He paused, letting the cries that were slowly subsiding reach their ears before breathing deeply. "We'll be one of the many bodies filling the streets with blood if we run out like a bunch of brash banshees."

"Well what do you suggest then you coward!" Jim hissed, balling his fists. Onyx glared at him. "I suggest we wait until the screams subside and then sneak out. Remove our jackets and muss ourselves up, then move with the crowd that is left. We could take a boat, or something and either get to the next town ahead of the Procyon's or get of this God-forsaken planet and use a sloop to get to the queen first. If we can warn her, we'll have enough war hammers to stop the armada by the time we catch our breath and this war will be over before it truly starts."

There was quiet.

"Ok." Minerva was the first to agree, ripping off her jacket and throwing it into the darkness of the cellar. Jim was about to respond, but Minerva ripped his jacket off of him and threw it into the darkness as well.
"What the hell!" Jim said in a voice that was inappropriately audible. "You're just going with it right out?!"

"Yes you bleeding idiot." Minerva snapped. There was the spunky Minerva who still had Onyx captivated. Jim just stared at her and then to Onyx. He paused for a long moment before punching his shoulder and smiling a little.

"Lead the way, Captain."

I'm gonna end it here because I feel horrible for not getting a chapter up in, well, too long. I hope you enjoy this, and I will update next weekend. :)

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