The man stood smoothly, and smiled widely. "That was the coolest thing I have ever seen in my years." He turned to DragonDen's head, a short, stocky man known as Cranium; DragonDen's heads were named by parts of a Dragon: Cranium, Fang, Flame, Ignition, Claw, TailWhip, and Wing. Cranium ran the whole thing, and personally conferred with Crislin. Fang and Flame oversaw missions and looked for ways to exploit those who hired them, always looking for a better deal. Ignition is who the Shadows talked with, and talk with on missions while Claw and TailWhip oversee Weapons and Research. Last, Wing provided a front for the group, and several major news stations blackmailed into not showing any footage that had the Shadows depicted.

Crislin said to Cranium, "You are safe. Well done, well done indeed! I'll be seeing you all soon, and get those lightsabers made, but do not sell those. They are to be kept hidden, except for missions. Have a great day!' and Dunnovoocha left. BD turned to congratulate Drake, but he was already gone, and so was Ghost. BD frowned, Drake never did take losing anything lightly. With a sigh, he was soon surrounded by his fellow soldiers, and he forgot about Drake.

But Drake did not forget his defeat. After retreating to his room, he punched at his sandbags, and kicked his board. He wrung his hands over his bald head, and found a small ocean coming down, as well as blood pulsing right below the surface. He took a shower with his clothes on, letting the water wash away his shame. He'd lost, even though he tried. Every mistake he made flashed in Drake's eyes, and shame soon turned to humiliation as he imagined everyone else laughing at what he did wrong. Embarrassment soon turned to rage, and Drake got out the shower sopping wet. He looked at his lightsaber, Ghost. And then at his battery pack. It was such an inefficient design! If only there was a way for him move as he pleased without getting tangled up as he and BD had numerous times.

First however, he had to get stronger. With determination, he started to build a crank and kick machine.

Drake didn't go to dinner, and when Mouse wanted a rematch, he said he was busy. He didn't say it with the malice he felt, but Mouse didn't even assume. He attributed it to either exhaustion, or that Devilkin was really busy. Drake didn't touch his food until he took a short break. He was soaked in sweat again, and some of the water still wet on him. His limbs shook with fatigue, but he viewed this as Stamina Training. He would become better than BD, even if it took months. No, months was too long. By the end of the week, he will have asked a rematch with BD, and he shall then have his victory...

Big Daddy was happy. He was currently sitting at his desk, working out some letters an informant gave him about his family. Nothing much, some encoded letters that he had to decode. So close he knew he was to finding them. He'd been searching for so long, he just wished they would against all odds come to him, knock on his door. There he sat with his eye-glasses perched on his nose when someone knocked on the door. He stands, and asks, "Who is it?" No one replies and so he turns on his outside door camera, just in case it's Mouse with a prank to pull. One time BD opened the door only to get a face full of soda. The camera was installed that night.

No one was at the door, which confused him greatly. He would've heard someone running away, which they would've have to have done. BD sighed after a minute of nothing and went back to decoding, Ravage hooked to his pants. On that night, BD's desire for his family, and Drake's desire to win, unlocked what was already open, a combination that exposed a power that some cannot control, and many cannot achieve. But it will not be until later that BD realizes that the person who knocked, was himself.

Drake pulled himself up for the forty-second time. His muscles burned, but it was the best way to rouse yourself after you'd slept. He did a few more, and then stood in front of this Cank and Kick. The machine was as it was named:Pulling a crank a certain ways down controlled the intensity of the kick the machine dealt. It could be done manually, or set to do it at a random period, thus simulating Drake not expecting the kick during combat. It could also be changed to punches. Drake pulled the crank down halfway, and braced himself as the foot kicked forward in the same style Big Daddy kicked. Drake went flying through the air, pain spreading all through him as he crashed into his wall, and fell five feet to the floor. He groaned again, sure that one of his ribs were at the very least bruised. But he needed this, and so, he limped up to the machine, and pulled the crank again.

Mouse was playing cards with himself when the intercom voice said, "Shadows, please report to the Briefing Room now." Draining the rest of his non-alcoholic beer, Mouse got up and fell in some others walking past his door. As he did, he saw Drizzle was still wet from her swim, and grinned to himself as he looked her over repeatedly, and discreetly.

Once everyone was seated, Ignition looked at the troops, holding a clipboard. The man was rugged and wore a long-sleeved thermal and black dress pants. He had an ear-piece clipped to his ear, and finishing up a conversation with someone. When he was done, he clapped his hand. The room fell silent immediately.

"Okay team, great job getting the power source,. Now however, it would appear that a group of hostiles want what we procured. That's a no-no in my book. So we are moving what remains away from here, and to Base 2. While there, you will assist a group of rebels who are trying to secure their village near the coast of Africa facing Madagascar. The people who may be after us, may be the ones who are trying to take the town. They have limited food, horrible water supplies, precious ammunition, and sit on a wealthy of precious stones and gems bordered by many unexplored forests. Secure the town and a healthy perimeter, and we'll send in the builders who can get us some nice jewels and examine the forests. I'm sure our scientists will like that."

This brought smiles from all around, and the group was dismissed. Until Big Daddy raised his hand.

"Sir, that land is under rule of the Drug and Slave lord, Kanisha-Buindundilo. If we come onto his land, he may become another name to add to our list of enemies. What do we do with him?"

Ignition's brown eyebrows moved up quickly, as in, "Stay tuned." "You're right BD. He shouldn't be allowed to continue his problems, that's why we exist, to make the world better. So, I have a special mission for you and Drake, report to my office. The rest of you, suit up and get ready for war."

The group was officially dismissed, and BD and Drake walked to the front, where Ignition stood. "Follow me men." he ordered, and the two followed.

"Have a seat." their commander gestured towards two empty chairs. They were plush with goose-down cushions, and cotton exteriors. Ignition took a seat behind his blodinagiem desk, and addressed the two.

"You two are different from the others, your weapons putting you in a different league. You also convey a different sense than others would brandishing a gun. You see, we don't want to offend the Drug-lord, or threaten him and make him go underground. We have him in our claws, now we need you two to bite off his head. "

"What is the assignment?" Big Daddy inquired, face blank.

"We are sending you two to propose a business deal. It is fake of course, but the job is to find out the lines of Buindundilo's business, and shut it down. Our agents are then to seize his assets and supplies, make them our own, and from there we we will proceed.

"Why us though? Why not make some more lightsabers, and then have someone better diplomats go?"
Ignition's smile perked up. "Because it is the rare diplomat that can both talk his way out of trouble, be good at assassination, and know how to defend themselves. Not to mention, you two have already practiced with your lightsabers and James was called away for other matters. So we don't want to have a faulty lightsabers. You men are to use them, and also procure the riches that this Drug-Lord has stashed around his palace. Don't burn it to the ground though it you can help it, I'd prefer we could sell it off or something..."
BD went back to his room and grabbed his battery pack. He clasped it over his bare back, and then wore his shirt over it. It was white and polyester to help keep some of the intense heat off him. Over that he wore a black suit with air-condition veins running through it. It would drain some of his battery, but keep him cooler during the day and in combat. In his suitcase he packed his notes, a phone only his informants knew, and a chain that his daughter gave him before she went to school that morning. He'd went to work, and came home to find them "dead." Closing the glossy suitcase, he put an arm shield gauntlet around his wrist. It clicked into place, and he tightened it. At a single touch of any of his fingers against it, and a bullet-proof shield extending three feet away from his arm in every direction would activate, as well as encompassing his hand in a bullet-proof glove of metal. Smiling at his little invention, Big Daddy walked out the door in his pressed black pants, ready for a life of deception.
Drake went to his room, but unlike Big Daddy clipped objects to his velcro vest. Instead of documents however, Drake selected three knives, a pistol with two mags to carry around for those ranged battles he knew will occur, and last, a grenade. He turned on his lightsaber once to make sure it was functional, and then turned it off. He dressed himself in a thin shirt, and then fastened a cloak around his shoulders. It was leather, to keep out the sands, and also came with a of snowy owl feathers billowing down the middle of it in a crest, and a black hood otherwise. It wrapped around him perfectly, and Drake smiled before fastening a mask to his face to keep out the intense sands from his lungs and eyes. Everything concealed by the article of clothing that fell to his Achilles tendon, Drake embarked to the hangar, only a quiet hiss from his breathing as he exited his room silently.
Both men met at the ship when Ignition came up to them. "You both ready?" he asked, and the men nodded. Ignition noted at how Drake was dressed, and how it made sense, BD had a certain charisma to him that would place him as the one in charge. "Oh by the way!" he stated, pulling out two chips. They were silver squares with thin lines running over them, maybe a millimeter high at most.
"What are these?" Drake rasped as he took his.
"Microphones, so you can hear what each other are saying, and as well as feeling. It goes right under your tongue, so you can tell by the quantity of spit passing over it if the person is under duress. If so, then yours will beep, but only you will hear it, as it sends a message to your brain. Don't worry about swallowing either, these bad-boys won't disengage." Both of them men nodded and placed them in their mouths. Ignition shook both their hands. "Good luck Jedi."
Big Daddy frowned. "What is that word?"

Ignition smiled slightly "It's a word my father use to use when I was a kid. It means 'Dream-protector' in some language lost to us. It was suppose to be that these knights existed on a realm higher than humans, and fought while we slept, using our dreams to find bad people in the world, so when we woke, all our problems were gone and we felt great. Not everyone could have Jedi however, because they were few, and hunted by Dream-destroyers known as the Sith, a play off Sinister. These could kill Jedi, because they used the darkness behind dreams to blind and ensnare the Jedi, and it was so fun to warp a mortal's dream into a nightmare. They tapped into the darkest evils, but the Jedi did not so we could at the very least sleep soundly. The battles however gave us bad nights. These were just stories, but it made me feel as if I knew why I was sleeping badly. So, be the Jedi, and make sure we all sleep rich and soundly."

BD and Drake nodded as they boarded a Jet known as the Light Lancer. As the men took their seats and the ship took off with a bang, BD took a nap, snoring lightly as he dreamed of being reunited with his loved ones, and sharing the dreams of the Jedi with his children. The Sith however, he would rid the world of them and no one would ever endanger his family again. Drake however, thought of his thirst for power. He started to think of his fight with Big Daddy.. He had done things he had never been able to do before, and was enlightened when he did it. He wondered if he could possibly do such feats again, if he could twist reality to his control, become a Sith...

After all, who says we aren't always dreaming?

Or even more, who say's we aren't the figments of a dream?

Drake smiled.

"I shall give reality the nightmare it needs for the world to wake up. From here on, I will be known as Drake to my allies. To my foes, I shall be a foe of darkness, forever powerful, forever evil. I shall be known as, Darth Reaper."

"That isn't good." BD murmured, and then frowned. How could he hear Drake's thoughts? Were they even his thoughts, surely Drake was not this way?

"What are you thinking about?" Drake rasped. Big Daddy realized he had spoken aloud. "Nothing." he returned, and he closed his eyes. Nevertheless, BD would be on the watch, and if needed, he would end the threat that had become his friend.

-Sorry to those of you who think I just screwed up some major mythology of Star Wars, but I don't have the money to go out and buy every comic. So, hopefully you enjoyed my analogy. Have a good day! Also, did you hear that Disney bought out LucasArts for 4.1 billion dollars

?! The newest film is currently slated for 2015, and I can't wait. I just know it's going to be amazing.- LLL