Due to schoolwork, aquiring a Playstation 3, and the way I go about writing this fanfiction (I kind of wing it), I am afraid the promise to update it alongside AWB is a fail. I will keep trying, though. I love writing this story so much...

ANYTHING NOT DISNEY IS MINE. DON'T STEAL OR USE IN ANY WAY, SHAPE, OR FORM.

Awaking, Amelia had a headache, the inability to see straight, and a warm blanket over her. Her body unmoving, she slowly blinked the foggy vision out of her eyes and looked around, moving her head as gently as possible as it pounded viscously. Maybe a dozen yards away was the steaming wreck of their ship, scattered into the lush forest trees above them. It was amazing she was alive. Scanning the dirt floor around them, littered with debree from the wreck and things like rotting foliage, she saw nothing. Turning her head again, she saw Clement, tending a fire that glowed warmly in a circle of stones. He'd set up a spit over it and was now cooking some type of meat. When he saw her looking at him, he smiled slightly.

"I thought you were dead."

Amelia sat up slowly, wincing and rubbing her temple. "Surprisingly. W-What happened?"

"We crashed," he pointed to the wreck, "and were lucky to not die. Something hit your head, so I dragged you out and then went back to look around when it'd cooled enough...found a few first-aid kits. They had the standard things and...a quiver of arrows and a bow, and then a knife and a short sword."

"Sometimes I can't help but admire the Procs." Amelia said slowly, and a bit humorously. Clement smiled more now.

"Yeah...killed a...I think it was like...a giant rat..." He pointed to the meat. She nodded.

"Very good Clement, I thank you for doing all you have d-ow, son of a- ow." Amelia ceased trying to stand and sat back down.

"Something else hurt?"

"The higher up I go, the more I think my head will explode." She muttered.

He sighed. "You probably have some sort of concussion..." He poked at the meat with a stick. Taking out a knife, he cut a piece off. "It's cooked. Hungry?"

Amelia nodded slightly, taking the meat offered to her. She bit into it, grease dribbling down her chin. Clement ate as well, both of them cutting it straight from the rat that still turned over the fire. They ate it down to nothing before both laid back, licking their fingers.

"Damn, that was good." Clement purred, laying out a sleeping bag.

"Mhm." Amelia nodded and sat up, the pounding having gone down. "Thank God...I feel much...much better."

"Good." He tossed her another sleeping bag. "Best get some rest, then. I mean, you got rest but-"

"I understand, Clement." She chuckled, slowly moving and laying out the sleeping bag while he settled down the flames. In the dim light of the embers, Clement laid down, smiling slightly before looking up at the stars.

"I've got a compass. I think if we head north, we could find some sort of...society?"

"I don't think direction has anything to do with us getting out of here right now, Clement." Amelia sighed, zipping up her bag. "I think it all has to do with luck. Right good luck."

"Seems we don't have much of that right now."

"No, no we don't." Amelia shook her head, sighing. What we do have, though, is skill. I say tomorrow we go out and look for a camp of some sort-a place more secure than this." She gestured to their unprotected open clearing. "Maybe a cave."

"Caves are usually full of little beasties." Clement said.

"What? Chicken?" She grinned.

"No...just...cautious."

"You're chicken."

"Cautious."

"You're bloody chicken!" She whispered loudly. Clement pouted at her. They both laughed. After that the two settled down, both turning their gazes to the stars. Amelia quietly wondered about Delbert and her children. Were they safe? She surely hoped so-in turn hoping the Procs had been stopped-their quest to take over the Terran Empire ceased by someone-perhaps Jim. He was rather smart, as was Onyx. They could possibly save the empire...somehow. Turning over, she murmured a goodnight to Clement, and then slowly fell asleep.

When Delbert woke up, he was in a cell. Lifting his head, dizziness made him nearly throw up. He brought his hand to his face and moaned quietly, laying back down on the damp floor. Bringing out his other hand, he found it oddly bandaged. He held that hand with the other as he laid on the surprisingly soft floor, the dizziness gradually leaving him so he could focus on his surroundings. Reasonable lighting, scummy walls. The floors were soft due to moss growing from the spaces in the cobblestone. A rectangle of wood held by chains seemed to be a bed, and a hole in the ground must have been considered a toilet.

"The hell..." He muttered, sitting up. Lets see. Kelly shot him with something, his hand was bandaged, and there was a crack at the bottom of his glasses.

"This is just dandy." He said to himself, getting to his feet, joints popping.

"Getting a bit old there, Doctor?"

He stopped. Looking out the cell door, he saw Kelly in the torchlight, wearing the robes of a Procyon offical-military, by the looks.

"You son of a bitch." He said in disbelief.

Kelly smiled with sickening satisfaction. "You call yourself a genius, Doctor, yet you never figured a thing out."

"You son of a bitch." Delbert repeated, growling as he came up to the bars. He didn't resort to grabbing them and shaking the door, but he did bare his teeth and scowl. "You rotten, s-"

"Don't even try, Delbert." He said, smirking. "I'm completely untouchable, you mongrel."

"I'm not the one wearing robes of Procyon bastards!" Delbert snarled.

"Well, someone has a potty mouth." Kelly said with a simpering step in his walk as he paced the outside of the cell. Delbert watched him with his head.

"Entirely caused by your presence."

"Oh, ho, ho," Kelly chuckled, "learned something from that wife of yours?"

Delbert was silent.

"Oh, yes. I forgot to tell you." He smiled at him. "She's dead."

Delbert stopped breathing, unbelieving. He wouldn't believe it. Never. Not in a thousand years could she-no, all this time. He had to keep faith. He was messing with him; screwing with his mind to break him. "No." Delbert said, swallowing the lump in his throat. "No."

"Yes," Kelly took out Amelia's hat, making Delbert's heart stop. "Oh yes."

An action that startled Kelly, Delbert grabbed the hat from his hand, looking at it. It was unscathed; the velvet un-roughed and the lining completely intact. No blood. No burn marks. Nothing.

"Procyon's captured her and the rest of the admirals." Kelly continued a bit coyly, "butchered the lot of em."

"I don't believe you." Delbert hissed.

"You have evidence right in your hands." He smiled. "You're just in denial."

"You're just trying to get me to believe something that isn't true!" Delbert shouted. Two Procyons, possessing intimidating amounts of muscle and weapons, came at the sound of this.

"Vaht is going oun?" Said one, glaring at Delbert.

"Simply a prisoner in denial." Kelly said casually. "He's misbehaving. No dinner."

"Yes sir." They said of one mind. Kelly turned to go.

"You won't win." Delbert said, his voice clear; determined and unwavering. Kelly turned and smiled, letting out a laugh akin to a stereotypical evil villain.

"Why my dear doctor, I already have!" He continued his laughter as he went down the hall. Delbert looked at the two guards. One jabbed him with a spear and told him to get back and quit staring. He did so, simmering. Anger and frustration were only being tamed by fear; fear that the hat in his hands was telling the truth, and fear that all of Kelly's words were true. Sitting himself on the wooden bench, Delbert lowered his head and began to think.

Meanwhile, Onyx, Minerva, and Jim had waited out the mass of the fire and death set upon the city. Mussing themselves up, tearing their shirts and the like, they stepped out into the alley. Minerva smartly rolled around in the dirt-and blood- Onyx and Jim doing the same, before walking out into the street. They looked just like the remaining villagers, who were walking in a mass line to one of the Procinian ships. They walked into the street, red with blood and bodies. The sight brought tears to their eyes, making them look ever more like the rest of the village as they made their way to the end of the line, Procyons' watching their every move. When at the end, they looked about them. The security was far less here. As the line moved forward, they stayed behind, Onyx keeping an arm around Minerva. When the Procyon's had had enough of the idiots who would move, they came over and jabbed them with their sabers. Onyx easily took both their heads and slammed them together, knocking them unconscious. No one noticed.

"Quick, put on the outfits." Onyx told Jim and Minerva, looking back behind them. They looked at each other and then their mussed up bodies. Onyx looked again behind them before lifting the bodies with ease and carrying them to a back alleyway. There there was a trough, which Minerva and Jim quickly cleaned themselves up in. Jim stripped and put on one of the outfits, then turned with Onyx as Minerva did the same. When they were both dressed in the rather uncomfortable robes, they looked at Onyx.
"Alright, what now, smart guy?" Jim raised an eyebrow.

"The only officials that are not Procyon are usually very respected." Onyx said, thinking quickly. "I believe they'd let you take me as some high risk prisoner to one of the sloops."

Minerva nodded. "Yeah, that would work. We could take one at the end of the docks since they're all distracted by the line up."

Jim nodded. What about these guys?" He nodded to the still unconscious Procyons. Onyx threw them over onto the roof of a building.

"Well, ok then." Jim just kind of nodded, searching the pockets of his robe and finding robe, which he used to bind Onyx's hands. "Lets do this."

Walking out from their alleyway, they easily passed by the guards working the line. At the docks, they started down to the end, surprisingly undisturbed. "I think our luck turned around." Jim whispered. Onyx nodded.

"Just keep going."

And they did, all the way to the end of the dock. Jim and Minerva helped Onyx into the sloop. A Procyon guard approached at that moment, looking at Onyx, and then them. He said something to them in Procinian. Jim looked at Minerva, who then looked at Onyx. Onyx just looked at the guard.

"We, um," Jim cleared his throat, "he's a high risk one-er prisoner-uh-"

"Shut up." Minerva snapped, turning to the Procyon. "Sorry, he's kinda nervous. First time, y'know?"

The Procyon blinked before shrugging slightly and nodding.

"Anyway, we were told to take this big sucker in a sloop. 'Fraid he was gonna start a revolution or some shit. He's alright with us though." She smiled.

"Vhy you insist on English?" He asked, looking rather perturbed.

"Haven't quite gotten Procinian yet, sorry." He gave him a sheepish smile while shooing Jim to the ship. "Not really bi-lingual, but we're working on it."

The guard stared at her curiously before nodding. "Alright zen. Carry oun." He pounded his chest twice. She did the same. He left. Minerva quickly got on the ship and watched. When he was far enough down, the others still distracted by the remainder of the line, she went to the controls.

"Hm...eeny, meeny, miney, mo." She pressed a button, which ended up powering the engine.

"You're gonna break something." Onyx said despite her luck. He broke the bindings with his bare arms, shaking away the rope and then going to the front, knowledgeably adjusting the thrusters and other factors to satisfaction before starting off at a fast but virtually silent pace, veering far off to the side, around the planet where they were out of sight before starting off diagonally. Walking to another piece of machinery, he set course on the touchpad screen and then sat down, popping a few pills in his mouth and breathing deeply.

"How the hell did you...?" Minerva looked at the wheel that was turning itself and the quietly beeping machines, then to Onyx.

"My dad's the General of the Coast Guard." He said, scratching behind his ear as he watched the rapidly dissapearing planet. "He knows...well he's taught me a lot. They get a hold of a lot of enemy ships and I've learned how to pilot them..."

"If we get a hold of these kind of ships, why don't we use them?" Minerva asked, sitting.

"Hell if I know. Some shit to do with the royals."

"Always the damn royals." Minerva spat overboard and took off most the robes she was wearing. "So now we go to the palace?"

Onyx nodded. "Now we go to the palace."