A/N: The third rewritten chapter of Vocantem Ventis. We take a look at how D-Structs and his quartet of Scraptools are doing since the prologue.

Enjoy.

D-Structs was jolted awake as the volcano gave off another tremendous rumble. He felt the ground shake violently beneath his treads as he saw the fiery mountain spew out more and more thick black smoke from the crater at its top. It had been three days since the crater had been evacuated with all the Trux and Tools living in it leaving. Well apart from himself, Skrap-It, Lloyd, Smash-Itt and Break-Itt of course.

As the five of them had been living up on the cliff where they had made camp to wait out the volcano's eruption. While it hadn't happened in the time he had expected it to, he had grown to live with it having an occasional blow off now and then. It was, however, only adding to his ever rising anxiety, which was something he never thought would happen, especially to him, but apparently it was.

What happened next took him completely by surprise as the whole ground and the earth seemed to roar as it started to shake once again. He then noticed that a crack had appeared in the ground nearby and was spreading along. The Scraptool, who had been sleeping, jumped awake at the sudden vibration with Skrap-It screaming, "EARTHQUAKE!" which sent them all scurrying in different directions seeking cover, eventually hiding behind their master.

Then, they all watched in awe and fear as a massive wave of larva leapt over the mouth of the volcano and began moving down the side of the fiery mountain at a fair pace. For a third time, the ground beneath them began to shake even more violently than it had done so before and the crack beside them continued to grow bigger and bigger until D-Structs roared louder than he had ever roared before.

"MOVE! NOW!" And with the Scraptools scurrying along behind him, the group raced down from the cliff, which they had been standing on a few moments earlier, just as rock itself split open like a cracking egg. Chunks of rock flew in all directions as they charged away from their now destroyed false sanctuary and D-Structs had to swerve this way and that to avoid getting hit by them.

The Scraptools had all jumped onto his treads and scrambled up to sit amongst the spikes on his back when they had reached the bottom of the cliff. Whether it was the severity of the situation, or because he was more intent on getting out alive, D-Structs didn't try and shake them off as he raced on and on. His life was flashing before his eyes as he thundered over the open ground of the crater.

Suddenly one of the rocks hurtling from above smote him heavily on his head with such force that the Scraptools barely had enough time to jump clear before he was rolling across the ground. He finally came to a stop after slamming into a large rock and did not move. "D-STRUCTS!" Skrap-It rushed forward and began pushing against the massive metal frame of the now unconscious T-Trux in a feeble attempt to try and wake him up.

Lloyd, Smash-Itt and Break-Itt also tried, in vain, to help their leader. but nothing happened. They all turned to each other, "We have to get help!" said Smash-Itt. "How can we do that scraphead!" the first one yelled, furiously. "There's no other Trux or Tools in the crater except us!" "That doesn't mean we should try," protested Break-It. "I don't kkkkkt think we have much of a kkkt choice," said Skrap-It, taking charge of the situation.

"I'll take a look kkkt around and try and kkkkkkkttttt find something that can help us," he said. Skrap-It started forward only to stop a few feet away to look back and give the other three a hard glare they didn't know he had. "And if I come back and find you scrapping him," his voice took on an unusually dark tone, "you'll be sorry," and then with a final, "kkt" Skrap-It darted off leaving his three "companions" to watch over D-Structs.

Needless to say, the three were in a state of shock. True Skrap-It had threatened to take them apart before now but there was something different about the way that he had said it. There had been an underlying threat in his voice that told them he would keep his promise should they try anything. Wisely deciding not to tempt their fates more than they already were, the trio kept a respectable distance from their master.

Meanwhile, Skrap-It was soon tired, dusty, and hot as he struggled on through the ongoing destruction of the crater. Rocks and boulders were strewn everywhere, the dust and smoke made it hard for him to see and breath, while the heat was slowly becoming unbearable. But something, something, whether it was sheer madness or foolishness, drove him on, even though he knew it would, and might very well be, for nothing.

Every single other Trux and Tool had left the crater except himself, D-Structs and the other three. Ever since he had been taken on as the T-Trux's right hand claw all that time ago following Ty's arrival in the crater, he had felt a bond start to grow between them. Even though he would probably never say it out loud for the fear of getting smashed to pieces, he felt a strange connection between them and it felt right for some reason.

Like the friendship between Ty and Revvit.

It was also quite clear that the white and black T-Trux knew that there was some unspoken bond between them. Even though D-Structs had made it clear he would gladly be rid of him at the first chance he got, if it weren't for the fact he needed repairs. He would never degrade himself by going and asking Ty's group for help. The very thought alone disgusted the white and black T-Trux.

After all, he did have a reputation to hold and was not about to let it be known that he was going soft and had asked the builders for help and- Skrap-It's thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a loud boom and a whistling sound. Instinct took over and the Scraptool jumped to the side just in time to avoid a massive flaming rock as it smashed into the ground near him while the ground shook again.

He whipped around to see that the volcano was forcing out even more smoke and larva before an explosion, unlike anything he had heard or felt before, sounded out like the roar of a thousand Dinotrux seemingly breaking the sky in two. Specks of flame shot from the top of the fiery mountain, following one another in quick succession, followed by an enormous column of smoke, ash, and waves of larva.

Several more specks of flame were hurled towards the sky by the force of the explosion and one was heading right for him! Once again, Skrap-It flung himself out of the way just in time as the molten rock smashed into the ground where he had just been standing. For a moment he froze. But only for a moment, in the realization that the molten rock he had just dodged could have easily smashed and turned him into molten slag.

One instant he was standing stock still, the next he was rushing forward with speed he did not know he had and he forced himself to run on and on not daring to look back or stop. But he did stop when there came a loud clang as his head connected with something metal. Skrap-It shook his head to force the daze from his vision before staring up at the figure in front of him with wide eyes.

It was a T-Trux.

He was larger than D-Structs that was for certain. The Scraptool couldn't tell what colour his paint work was. He guessed it could have been silver grey only now it had been turned black from the amount of ash that was falling around them. He was a dark shape against a background of a dark red sky filled with smoke and raining rocks made of molten fire. His optics, however, were pure white with two black eyes looking down at him.

"What are you doing here Scraptool? I thought everyone in this crater was gone." The voice was deep yet kind and soothing in a way. It was also, surprisingly, a question of concern that meet the Scraptool's audio receivers and he was grateful that its owner, apparently held those same emotions. Skrap-It, deciding that he had nothing to lose at that point in time, desperately blurted out the object of his quest.

"It's D-Structs! He's kkkkt unconscious. I kkkkt came to, kkkkt find kkkt help!" The figure's eyes widened at the mention of his master before they both narrowed in seriousness. Silence followed as the figure contemplated what he had been told. Skrap-It was beginning to wonder if he had made the right decision in asking a complete stranger for help until the T-Trux uttered two words.

"Show me."

Blackness.

That was all D-Structs could see.

He also felt nothing, instead he felt weightless.

Then he heard a voice speak from somewhere in the darkness. "I taught you better than this, son!" The voice, for some reason, sounded extremely familiar though he couldn't quite remember where he had heard it before. Then shapes loomed up out of the black and he saw before him a large cave and that the speaker was a very large T-Trux, far bigger than he was. His colours like his own only the white was replaced with a reddish grey.

He had large spikes on his back and tail, a large pair of crests that were mounted above either side of his eyes. At the end of his tail was a spiked wrecking ball, much larger than his claw, which was sected into dodecagons. His face was hard with several scars running down it. His right eye was gouged out, his left hand was severely mangled but he carried himself with a form of dignity that only he could muster.

There was only one T-Trux that this could be.

His father!

Suddenly his father spoke once again and he saw that he was speaking to his younger self. "When I told you to be strong, I meant to use your strength to help others! Not to take from them!" D-Structs saw his younger past self lower his head in shame before reply toi his fuming father. "But... D-Stroy told me that only the strong survive. And that the stronger you are, the better things will be for you."

His father's eyes widened for an instant before he let out a furious growl like thunder.

Then he roared at the top of his voice.

It was louder than D-Structs remembered and even now, despite the fact that he knew this whole scene to be inside his head, it threatened to deafen him. It also didn't help that the sound was being enhanced by the confines of the cave."D-STROY!" The roar echoed off the walls and outside. A few moments later, another young male T-Trux, who was similar in colouration to his father, came into the cave.

He had large spiked horns pointing upwards on his head while his tail had a wrecking ball built more like a grinding flail with five spiky drills. He has six forward-curved spikes on his neck and two curved spikes on each section of his tail, slightly longer arms than D-Structs and, like this father, multi-treaded feet that featured retractable blades for flipping other Dinotrux off balance.

"Yes father?" he asked, tilting his head as if he didn't know why he was there in the first place. "Drop the innocent act D-Stroy! What lies have you been pouring into your younger brother now!" his father demanded, glaring daggers at the other young male. That was quite a surprising feat considering the fact that he only had one functioning eye. Nevertheless, it caused D-Stroy to cringe visibly.

Their father turned to the younger of the pair. When he spoke his voice was cold and hard. "D-Structs. Leave us. I'm going to have a few words with your brother." D-Structs turned and exited the cave without a word as he heard his father start to rant. "When I explicitly tell you not to do something I expect you to obey it! Understand!" came from inside. D-Structs sighed. This wasn't the first time his older brother had gotten into trouble.

Ever since their mother had disappeared many months ago, it had fallen to their father to care for his three sons. D-Stroy had been the most troublesome of the trio, as he often disobeyed his father's orders. This was probably due to the fact that D-Structs, being the youngest, needed the most care and that the eldest was no doubt jealous of all the attention he was receiving from their lone parent.

As he continued to watch his past self, the white and black T-Trux watched as his younger incarnate, deep in thought, tripped over a rock and fell face first to the ground, letting out a groan as he did so. He stayed there for a few moments, looking dejected about both himself and the whole situation when the shadow of another, larger, T-Trux loomed over him. There was a pause before the owner of the shadow spoke.

"Get up, D-Structs."

A firm voice suddenly brought him back to the present and he felt his head move, on its own accord, inexorably towards the sound. "Get up," the voice said again, this time louder than before. D-Structs forced open his eyes. Clouds of red dust were billowing around a strange T-Trux standing before him. Fire could be seen everywhere and the wind was howling while ash floated in thick flakes.

He could also see the familiar shape of Skrap-It stood before him, looking concerned. The T-Trux however was someone he never thought that he would see ever again. Were it not for the amount of ash and dust being kicked up, his paint would have been the exact same colours as his own. He had spikes running along the top of his head to a large ride that formed over each of his eyes.

His tail was smooth on the top with ladder-detailing on the side while for a weapon, he had a wrecking ball which was littered with spiky appendages. It was much like his old one before he had lost it after becoming trapped in the fake ravine the Trux had made when he had attempted to find the Reptool Ravine. The main difference was that the one on the T-Trux before him had even more spikes than his had.

Finding a reserve of strength deep within his body, D-Structs forced himself to his treads but slid back down to the ground once again. "You must get up," the other T-Trux said again with an equal firmness. Once more white and black T-Trux pushed against the ground as hard as he could, forcing himself to stand upright. "Get up. Get up." At last D-Structs felt his treads land back on the ground.

He might have fallen over again had the other T-Trux not come to his side and steadied him.

"Now, come with me, all of you," he said, urgently. The Scraptools quickly jumped onto D-Structs as the pair rolled off just as a wall of fire lapped around the rock that D-Structs had been lying against before. They were slow to get moving as D-Structs was still shaken up and the other T-Trux kept glancing back and stopping to make sure he was alright but soon, the pair had got a good pace going.

Now they were racing through the wrecked landscape in the hope that they might make it out alive. They jerked suddenly and turned in another direction just in time to avoid a river of larva in front of them as they began weaving their way through the carnage of what was left of the crater. Both of them stopped once again to avoide a wall of flame that leaped straight up in front of them before racing on dodging this way and that to avoid the fire and falling rocks.

After sliding down a slope and splashing into a river the pair raced on with the Scraptools holding on fast to the spikes on D-Structs back. The two T-Trux twisted and turned as they went along them turning this way and that only to be met with a wall of fire at every turn they made. They also had several close calls with falling pieces of burning trees. Suddenly the T-Trux that Skrap-It had brought to help stopped and looked back.

His mouth fell agape and when the quartet followed his gaze, their mouths and, D-Structs own, quickly followed. Pouring down the side of the volcano and heading straight for them was a massive cloud that shot across the ground at a deathly fast rate. "Hurry! If that catches us we're done for!" the second T-Trux roared and the pair took off once again, heading down the river as fast as they could.

Water sloshed onto the banks, hissing as it made contact with the fire. The two Trux raced through it, their engines pounding, the heat of the flames hitting them at every turn. Above it all the roar of the volcano and the pyroclastic flow that was sweeping across the ground towards them like wind over a field. More than a few trees and rocks fell down in their path but they were either dodged or smashed aside.

After a few more twists and turns here and there they scrambled to check themselves. In their haste to escape, they had suddenly reached the top of a high waterfall with a large lagoon below them, the water white with the froth being kicked up by the constant downpour from above. The group looked back once more. The pyroclastic flow of red hot ash, dust and stone, that spelled their doom was almost upon them.

But even closer than that was an enormous flaming tree that was coming down on them like an angel of death.

Their eyes widened.

They knew that there was only one thing that they could do.

"JUMP!"

That was the last thing D-Structs heard for some time as, with the Scraptools screaming at the top of the voices as they held tightly onto his back, the two T-Trux flung themselves off the cliff. They were just in time as the tree crashed down into the river behind them and the cloud crashed down on where the six had just been. All six of the group splashed into the water below at the bottom.

They disappeared beneath the foaming waters, all of them holding their breath for as long as they could before they were finally being forced up for air. When they did break the surface, however, they suddenly found that the waterfall was further away than it had been. "We're been *choke* carried along by the current!" the latter yelled over the roar of the water as they were forced along.

It was all they could do to keep their heads above the surface. Skrap-It, Lloyd, Break-Itt, and Smash-Itt were soaked through. They came up spluttering and clinging to D-Structs's back as best they could like rats, but for all their efforts they could not scramble on top. Everytime they tried, their master either lurched to one side or ducked under them again. Despite being made of metal, the swiftness of current made them float like corks.

The two T-Trux struggled valiantly to keep themselves upright and to avoid sinking like stones. Their coughs were so loud that their very frames vibrated from the effort. It didn't help that the water was icy cold and chilled them substantially the longer they were in it. Suddenly a low overhang of rock appeared in front of them, further along the river but they were approaching it rapidly.

There was no room to spare, not even for the Scraptools, and it was too dangerous to go out in deeper water where the current would no doubt be even stronger than it already was. "Dive!" The order from the other T-Trux was not really needed but he said it nonetheless. With the Tools clinging tightly to D-Struct's head, the white and black Trux dove under the water, missing the rock with moments to spare.

All six of them came up as soon as they could, breaking out in fits of spluttering and coughing once again. In this way at last they came to a place where the current seemed to lessen, if only slightly. The dim raging torrent of water was slowly turning into a more smoother sheet with the reflections of the clouds and the darkening sky, for evening was drawing on by that time and the first stars were starting to appear.

Fortunately though the fates tossed them a crumb and their luck turned out all right before long. As they came around a bend in the river, the group immediately saw a chance for salvation. From the opposite bank there stretched a wide sandbar. The current was swinging around the corner, hitting the bank of sand and then shooting off back to the other side of the river and round the next bend.

Summoning all their remaining strength, the two T-Trux fought against the current and worked their way across the raging waters until they were settled on a course for the sandbar. Bracing themselves as best as they could, the pair slammed into it. Had Skrap-It, Lloyd, Break-Itt, and Smash-Itt not been holding on for their lives then they would have most likely been thrown forwards.

Luck it seemed, however, had finally taken pity on them and the sextet allowed themselves to relax as they remained where they were. Their T-Trux's treads had burrowed into the sand and were holding them firmly in place. Taking full advantage of the fact that their larger companions had stopped, the Scraptools jumped off of D-Structs and onto solid ground.

Their master was panting heavily as the past half an hour came back to him. Running for his life had taken a lot out of him and his head was aching from the impact he had suffered from the flying rock that had come from the cliff. A similar sound from the white and black T-Trux's left informed him that his companion was doing the same thing. Turning his head, he could see the gleaming white and black paintwork now free from the ash it had collected.

He suddenly realised that said Trux was looking right back at him.

"You're welcome... Little brother."

After a few minutes, during which they allowed some of their strength to return, the two Trux at last dragged their weary bodies onto dry land. They both flopped down onto the ground near a small grove of trees and lay there. They were dead tired and out of breath as were the Scraptools who were doing the same, but they were all alive. They raised themselves up and turned to look back at what was left of the crater.

Even though they were a long way from it, they could still see the smoke rising from the volcano and the bright fiery rocks that were hurling out of its cone. Trees were either knocked down or on fire, which was everywhere, rocks were split, cliffs were crumbling and larva was spreading out everywhere. None of the group's builds had come out of it unscathed. The Ore Station and Trux Wash had been destroyed completely whilst the Garage's walls had been knocked in.

D-Structs looked at his rescuer with tired optics which held a look mirrored by that of the other T-Trux. "I thought you were gone?" he said, finally finding his voice for the first time in a while. "Why did you come back now, D-Molish?" he asked, narrowing his eyes. D-Molish simply shook his head and sighed before returning the look that his younger brother was giving him. "I didn't come back just to save you and your friends, little brother," he replied grimly.

"It wouldn't have made any difference and besides," he continued, "my strength is used to help those who cannot stand for themselves. It takes more than a few Scraptors to beat me. Maybe next time you'll remember that listening to D-Stroy has only ever gotten you into trouble." "Why do you care all of a sudden!" The words came out harsher than D-Structs intended them to but they needed to be said.

"You weren't there when Cold Stone left us! You weren't there when we claimed that valley for our own! You weren't there when we went after those Hydrodons! You weren't there when I needed you the most!" he roared, the words coming out with the speed and ferocity of bullets. "AND YOU WEREN'T THERE WHEN I NEEDED YOU THE MOST!" D-Molish roared back, making his younger brother's audio receptors ring from the sheer volume and power behind it.

Out of the three brothers, he had taken after their father the most, particularly in looks and in the areas of roaring and resilience. Taking a deep breath in a massive effort to get himself under control, D-Molish continued with narrowed eyes. "Where were you when I fell into that chasm? Where were you when I faced down a pack of Scraptors all by myself and almost got pulled apart?! Where were you when I was wounded and lost? Where were you when-"

He broke off and let out an exasperated sigh. "You've become as stubborn as our father did when he met our mother. At least she could keep us in line," the white and black T-Trux muttered to himself, though deliberately loud enough for his brother to hear. Throughout this whole conversation, the Scraptools had remained quiet. They were mainly in shock at the fact that the other T-Trux was D-Structs's older brother.

Furthermore, they had been blown away by the sheer force of the argument between the two siblings and finally, they were still a bit waterlogged from their trip down the river and were shaking themselves to get it out of their systems. However, it seemed that whatever anger had been held between the two had been spent and they were even now calming down from their fury-filled outbursts.

"I don't know why I even bother trying to persuade you," grunted D-Molish as he turned away before giving a dry chuckle. "Guess I'm just stubborn," he added, looking back at the other white and black T-Trux and giving him a warm smile. "And that, even though I'm not happy to see you in the slightest, I'm still glad to see that you are alright." For some reason, that sentence sent a warm feeling through D-Structs' frame.

A very, very, small smile came onto his face. His older brother turned to once again look back at the hellfire inferno that was now the crater. "I don't think you and your companions will be going back there anytime soon," D-Molish said dryly. "No. We don't plan to," D-Structs replied firmly. The other white and black T-Trux looked down at him and smiled fully. Though he was only half a head taller than his brother, it still counted for something.

"Our paths will cross again little brother and remember. Semper fidelis." With that said he turned away from D-Structs and the four Scraptools and drove away into the trees. In a few moments he had disappeared from sight. "So, what kkt now?" Skrap-It asked looking up at his master who was still staring after where their rescuer had gone. "We rest here and move on in the morning, it will be better that way."

It should go without saying that the four Scraptools all readily agreed to this proposal and settled down next to the large white and black T-Trux before they all fell into a deep exhausted sleep. Well, D-Structs didn't. He stayed awake, his mind aflame with thoughts about what had happened and what would happen, chiefly about where he and his followers would go from where they were.

He had counted entirely on waiting out the volcano's eruption and then living amongst the ruins that were left, but that was now impossible. As far as he was concerned, the crater was dead. Completely, annd likely to remain, inhospitable, and devoid of any kind of life. Seeing his long lost older brother after so long didn't help matters either. As D-Molish had said, he wasn't happy to see him, but he was glad that he was ok.

So that meant he still cared.

And that, while small, was still a form of comfort.

The white and black T-Trux felt his eyelids grow heavy as his exhaustion caught up with him. Skrap-It, Lloyd, Break-Itt, and Smash-Itt were already fast asleep, if their combined snoring was anything to go by. Somehow, for all his dislike and distrust of the quartet, their leader in particular, he found their presence to be soothing. An anchor to reality in both a familiar, yet somewhat weird, way.

Finally, after so long, D-Structs closed his optics and fell into the black depths of sleep as it at last claimed him.

From the shadows of the trees. a pair of eyes watched the quintet as they slept on. A voice then followed them, clear and strong. "Be safe, D-Structs. You and your friends have a long journey ahead of you that will test you to your limits. But in the end, you may find that even those who you hate, can be the ones to bring you back to who you really were." The eyes blinked for a few moments before vanishing into nothingness.

A minute or so later it came.

Clear and strong on the still night air.

A song.

Unknown Voice: Home is behind

The world ahead

And there are many paths to tread

Through shadow

To the edge of night

Until the stars are all alight

Home is behind, the world ahead

And there are many paths to tread

Through shadow, to the edge of night

Until the stars are all alight

Fire and shadow, ash and shade

Hope shall be, none shall fade

Fire and shadow, ash and shade

Sun and rain, cloud and wind

Hope shall be, none shall fade

None shall... fade

"Goodnight D-Stucts, and may fortune follow you."

The quintet slept on through the night and were completely dead to the world. Or so they thought. Around three hours and a half had passed since their mad dash for freedom and they were all sleeping soundly. Well, they were until a slight rustling noise disturbed Break-Itt enough that he woke up. Bleary-eyed, he scanned the area about them before yawning loudly and falling back to sleep and continuing to snore.

Amongst the branches of the tree that was closest to the group, there came the soft metallic clining of gears before a head moved itself out from behind the trunk, carefully making sure that it hadn't been spotted. It's bidy was larger than a Scrapadactyl, with two huge wings that had three clawed fingers on top, and supported by two strong legs with wickedly sharp curved claws that dug into the wood of the limb it was sitting on, and a long, wide tail.

It's head was adorned with a crest that resembled a five pointed crown. Two sharp eyes, peering out from above a beak that was formed in a similar fashion to its claws, narrowed as it looked down at the white and black T-Trux and the four Scraptools. Overall, its body was bronze coloured while the membranes of its wings were a fiery orange. The points on its crest were dark grey and gleamed like jewels in the moonlight as did the claws.

For a moment it continued to stare at the group before it stretched its wings and flapped off into the night. It soared noiselessly over the trees before spotting a rocky plateau up ahead with a cliff that looked out over the whole area. The sky on the distant horizon glowed orange, a sign that the crater was still suffering from the wrath of the volcano. The creature landed on one of the rocks and looked carefully around.

Then it let out a soft cry. Immediately a small roar answered it from among the rocks, and out of the shadows came a group of seven Trux of varying sizes. But there was an aura of menace about them. Their leader came forward. He was a dark turquoise blue T-Trux, around the same height as D-Structs but with two horns on the crown of his head that were angled backwards with two smaller ones on the other side that angled forwards.

He had multiple treads with large spikes on top of their housings and a tail that featured large spikes that curved backwards. At the end of it was a large five pincered claw with four more spikes on top of it. "What news do you have for us, Crux?" he asked, his voice holding a grating tone to it. The flying creature emitted a series of high pitched squawks and coos that the T-Trux and his followers understood.

Every now and then he would nod as the flier gave his report, occasionally pausing to let some details sink in. When he finished silence lapsed over them before one of the Trux, a female Hydraulicus who was coloured indigo blue came forward. "What do we do now, Rawl?" she asked. The male T-Trux glanced down at her for a few moments before turning his attention back to Crux and spoke to them.

"Send word to the Master. Tell him that we have found one of Cold Stone's sons." The flier nodded in acknowledgement of his orders before he flapped his wings and took off into the sky. One of the other Trux in the group, who resembled a Dozeratops but was shorter and stockier, lacking any horns, in their place was a large round drill, with a khaki and black paint job, moved up on Rawl's left-hand side.

"What about the builders?" the question was in a nasally sounding voice. The T-Trux turned to face him and narrowed his eyes. "The crater-scum will show themselves soon enough. Our leader has sent his sons to deal with them. In the meantime, the others have already sent out word about the allies of Ty and his followers, there is a price on their heads . They will both be found and taken care of accordingly."

The rest of the Trux nodded before the group went back the way they had come. All the while, however, they hadn't noticed a shape at the top of the cliff above them listening to their entire conversation. As soon as they were gone, D-Molish frowned. He had spotted Crux heading in the direction of the plateau and followed him. He had not been expecting to find, and hear, what he had chanced upon but that didn't matter.

One thought now prevailed in his mind and it was not a cheerful one. What do they want with us? He was just about to head off when he heard a sound from behind him. It was the unmistakable sound of engines. Slowly, he turned around to come face to face with Rawl and his patrol. The white and black T-Trux mentally cursed himself for being so foolish to not leave as soon as possible but right now that didn't matter.

The group continued to move menacingly towards him.

Before anyone asks the obvious "Who is watching the characters?" I promise that all will be revealed in good time.

Until then, thanks for reading.