Disclaimer: I do not own YGO 5ds.

A/N: This story features a lot of OCs, I wanted to show a more diverse side of the Satellite, considering the Enforcers were at the very top of the food chain so to speak Also there isn't nearly enough characters to fill out what I have planned.

Deep inside the heart of Old Domino City, beneath the reactor that led to Zero Reverse, lay hidden a stone mausoleum of infinite horrors, where the darkest souls of the Satellite, their corporeal forms tainted by the shadows, their minds manipulated by their malicious masters like puppets on a string, gathered to plan destruction and despair for ages to come.

Or, as Yuki would later call it, Dark Signers' basement head office.

With no plumbing, electricity, or a ventilation system despite the numerous levels of basements, you know they're possessed by something when they decided on the office location.

On the lowest level of this abyss of pure evil, was its heart and soul, the gathering place of the Dark Signers themselves, where Roman Goodwin had reigned for the past one and a half decades.

The silver-haired man stood in front of the long table now, deep in thought as his forcefully caressed the mark of the Spider on his arm, illuminated only by the brightness of a single flickering candle that had done more to emphasize tfhe darkness rather than bring light to these stone halls.

"What do you wish of me, My King?" Roman Goodwin asked loudly, though he knew there wasn't another soul within miles of the old reactor site. The shadows that enveloped him did not respond, nor did he expect any answers. Roman was never lucky enough to have the right answered handed to him, or know the right thing to do, his 'best course of actions' had always been based on flimsy reasoning and even flimsier willpower.

And he would shape the fate of this world, Roman chuckled despite himself at the thought, the universe resting on the decisions of a man who had long fallen to the Shadows. This world is going to hell.

But more urgent matters occupied the forefront of his thoughts tonight. As the chief executor for the Netherworld monster, he was more attuned to its powers than the rest, and at noon today, he felt a distinct surge in magical energies within his demon lord.

It concerned him greatly.

The King of the Netherworld and the Crimson Dragon had always been two sides of the same coin, the rise of one is necessarily accompanied by the fall of the other. This shift in the power balance disrupts the precarious equilibrium so carefully maintained between light and dark, the Demon must not be allowed to strengthen any further lest the world falls completely to the Shadows.

The spiders he sent out had brought him no information yet. On the surface, Satellite toiled on, its rats scurried across as usual, safe in their anonymity.

The Shadows were cunning, and he might not be its sole servant, thus time was of the essence. Making up his mind, Roman Goodwin stepped out of the stone chambers, throwing open the door and letting the light from the hallway flood the room.

He stepped firmly over the bridge, standing over the amorphous pool of light underneath, bubbling dangerously with the rise in magical energies of the Netherworld Beast. He sidestepped the greedy clutches of a strand of such energy that wanted to take him before he completed his task.

He had given Rex enough time, now he has to speed things up.

Unbeknownst to the residents of the Satellite, the noose around their neck hang just a little bit tighter.

Our powerwalk through the charming moonlit Old Domino was fascinating, complete with half-demolished buildings, mountains of industrial waste from Neo Domino, and pothole-filled roads that were more pothole than road. That's why motorcycles were so popular despite being illegal, there's no way a car can last on these roads. No humans in sight though, a little disconcerting considering it was barely an hour after sundown.

It was exactly the way I envisioned a post-apocalyptic wasteland to look, if I ignore the fully-functional ultra-modern city just across the river.

I was getting tired of the scenery, and just starting have my attention drawn to my aching muscles when a group of 4 kids with duel disks blocked our way. Calling them kids probably isn't accurate age-wise, but their outfits just make them look so immature.

All four wore solid, ill-fitted suits that I've only ever seen in comedies and parades, in purple, red, blue and green respectively, complete with top hats and cane. I could have written a couple of essays on how this plays off the post-apocalyptic scene.

"Hiiya guys!" Felice waved at me, the white-haired teen was still dressed in the over-sized purple suit, smiling broadly.

"I'm glad you made it, I thought you'd chicken out again." Their leader stepped out from the pack, he wore a cheerful animated smile that would no doubt had drawn me in had I been a real 13 year-old.

"Vincent." Galen grunted. Vincent Foxwell, Galen had mentioned the man on our walk here (something I now recognize as deliberate), though he only goes by Vincent nowadays because his last name doesn't project the tough-guy image coveted in the Satellite. Galen had described Vincent to me simply as 'the ex-mobster that didn't make it', and warned me against his destructive tendencies. It seems that neither Galen's description nor the image Vincent is trying to portray tells the whole story.

Vincent was 29 years old and stood at 6'1, with bulging muscles, long red hair tied loosely into a ponytail and a red suit that clung to his body in a way it was clearly never designed to do. Physically, he was undoubtedly attractive, who am I kidding, they all are. He was only betrayed be his eyes, which practically glowed in the color of blood, with a depth I had never seen before. As though they internalized in all the atrocities he had ever seen in the Satellite and reflected it back to him every time he looked into a mirror.

"That's Cyril, and that small one's Teddy." Galen finished.

Cyril was a white-haired teenager with icy blue eyes, dressed in a suit that matched his eyes. I was proud of myself for not making a Smurf comment. I mean, I would have commented on it, but Vincent stood at a good 6'1 and probably weighed more than Galen and I put together, so it took everything I had to hold back my natural sarcasm.

Teddy did draw my one thing, he was shorter than I was, which made me like him instantly. He was maybe 12 years ago, dressed in a ridiculous green suit that could have fitted at least two of him inside, making him look like an upside down tree. Well, nobody's perfect. He also had the hair I want. It was brown, just brown! Dark brown hair in a buzz cut with large brown eyes. There were no spikes, no random bits shaved off, no unexplained (possibly worrying) discolorations. It's the way hair is supposed to look!

"I'm-" I began.

"Don't bother," Cyril cut me off, "We don't need to know every gutter duelist who passes through. If you're worth our time, prove it in a duel."

It's that duel thing again! Why do people keep on expecting me to prove myself with a children's card game?

"Vincent," my companion ignored the rest of the Magicians and greeted their leader only, I was relieved to feel the palpable animosity between them, at least this street runt wouldn't sell me out.

"Hi Galen," Their leader, I'm guessing Vincent, strode purposely over in a fashion oddly reminiscent of the pink-haired teen beside me, "good to see you again. I missed you, your dragon that is."

I snickered out loud at that, kids in the Satellite were not educated beyond twelve years old, if at all. As such, they were not exposed to the 'everything sounds dirty' phase of puberty in schools.

Galen gave me a strange look.

"You wouldn't understand," I dismissed lightly, "why are we here?"

Galen coughed.

"As I'm sure you already know, we've ran this show ever since your pal lost the district to us." Cyril stepped up to explain. "I'm guessing you're here to get it back?"

Ah, I can't say this meeting came entirely as a surprise. My companion had obviously led me to the unfriendly territory, in hopes of me dueling his adversaries.

I turned to look the boy diagonally in front of me, a smile playing on my lips; he avoided my gaze and hastily changed the subject.

"These clowns got lucky and found the suits in a dumpster two years ago, after the real Magicians were defeated of course. And they've been trying to come up with dumb puns for their group ever since."

My smile died. I never considered the source of their clothing, or anything else they owned for that matter. Without sufficient income even for food, dumpster diving is a viable alternative. But that means… Where did my clothes come from? Ew! I'm not exactly a germophobe, but I did remember Galen mentioning water was scarce, as were other commodities like soap and detergent. Ew, eww, eww!

"This is the girl I was telling you about," Felice nudged Vincent.

"Yuki Tono then, I'm glad you made it." Vincent waved the other kids aside, "We were here for Galen but since you beat him, I can give you a shot. I need somebody to test my deck anyways. You see I have a new addition to my deck as well, a second copy of Dark Magician!"

Galen paled, eyeing each of our opponents cautiously, trying to tell if it had been a bluff. Vincent smirked and took out his deck. Shuffling it with his eyes closed, the tall redhead picked two cards out of his deck and revealed them to us- a red and a blue Dark Magician stared down at us from their respective cards, two of the most powerful spellcasters in the game.

"You can leave if you want," my companion pushed me behind him protectively, "I'll catch up with you."

"But, but," I sputtered, pointing at the Magicians, then back at him, uttered confused. Wasn't that why he brought me here?

"You're not ready to duel them yet, not with the deck he has now. I'm sorry I dragged you into this. Just go, I'll handle this."

Their fascination with powerful monsters were getting a little annoying, after all, it's a duel between duelists, not monsters. I certainly wasn't going to derail my plans because of a few failed Houdini cosplayers.

"You do remember that I have no idea where we're going, right?" I pointed out drily, "or how to get back."

"If you really want to stay," Cyril piped up again, "then duel us, Battle City style. If you win, both you and Galen here are free to go."

"I don't see why not," I replied evenly just as the 16-year-old beside me said "in your dreams!"

"I insist," I added, locking my eyes on Vincent.

"What do you say Galen?" Vincent turned his gaze onto my companion, "are you going to bet your dragon on her duel?"

The teen beside me paused, but nodded in the end. "Yes, I do." He responded solemnly.

"Wait, what bet?" I asked a little concerned.

"These street vermin," Galen spat through clenched teeth, "have no respect for anybody's cards. They're still dueling by ancient Battle City rules."

I couldn't help bursting out laughing, 'ancient Battle City'. Oh my god.

"That's right, we duel by Battle City rules, the same rules written by Seto Kaiba himself at the dawn of duel monsters," Vincent spoke with deliberate force while I bit my lips to stop laughing at the sheer absurdity of situation. "Winner gets loser's rarest card. So in addition to this district, I'm putting up both of my Dark Magicians, for Galen's Red Eyes Darkness Metal Dragon and your rarest card. Galen, are you game? "

If they both have such powerful cards, I guess the powerful monsters from an earlier time wasn't too hard to find.

'Ancient Battle City' though, I mused a little sadly now that the absurdity had faded, not only was this not my world, this wasn't even the YGO world I was familiar with.

My rarest card, I looked half-heartedly through my deck, my deck responded with a half-assed selection. "Silent Swordsman Lv7," I announced, finding this card from my spare stack, "2600 attack and 1000 defense. He's my most powerful monster." I neglected to mention that he could only be special summoned with Silent Swordsman lv5, a card I did not possess.

"That's not so tough," Vincent replied, "With all the spell cards in his arsenal, my Dark Magician can take your little friend here no problem. Are you sure you want this little girl to fight your fights for you?"

"I trust her with my cards, because she'll wipe the floor with you," Galen defended me valiantly, then he turned to me, "two Dark Magicians would be a great addition to your deck."

Of course, that's just pre-duel talk to psych our opponents. Despite all his support cards, Dark Magician decks were harder to use than Synchro or later, XYZ and pendulum decks.

"I'll need a duel disk," I looked at the 'gang' that stood opposite me expectantly.

"Here, use mine," Felice handed me her duel disk and grinned, "Good luck. Vincent will crush you, but good luck anyways."

I nodded distractedly. I was busy wondering if the prevalent white-hair trait was a mutant form of albinism, and where my clothes actually came from

Turn 1, Vincent's Turn, Vincent 4000, Yuki 4000

"Great then, let's duel!" Their leader took a couple of steps back, leaving enough room for the duel arena, and activating the holograms. "I'll start."

Four giant pillar of light appeared out of thin air, two behind me and two behind my opponent. The ground in front of us, roughly the size of a basketball court, was dimly illuminated by grids of light, presumably card grids. All the more impressive because I knew this field was controlled by only the duel disks on our arms. I marveled at the technology available in this world, then at how little of this technology was dedicated to improving the livelihood of the everyday people.

"I place one monster face down in defense mode," he began, "and two cards face down. That ends my turn."

A very typical, if cautious move.

Turn 2, Yuki's Turn, Vincent 4000, Yuki 4000

"I play Mystical Space Typhoon," the spell generated a 2-meter tall tornado that flew towards his side of the field and destroy a facedown trap card, Call of the Haunted. "Next, I'll summon my Axe Raider (1700/1000) to the field, and use him to attack your face down monster."

His monster was revealed to be Magician's Valkyria (1600/1800). I lost 100 LP, laid two cards down and ended my turn.

Turn 3, Vincent's Turn, Vincent 4000, Yuki 3900

"Hah! I knew you were all talk." He was overly excited for that small victory. "And now, I activate my Trap, Embodiment of Apophis (1600/1800)."

"A trap monster!" I heard a gasp from Galen.

"That's right," Vincent's lackeys must have heard it too, "and that's not even his best card."

Hmm, Embodiment of Apophis is a decent card, but it was really only in style for a while, when the trap monster thing just started. These kids are essentially still dueling at Battle City level, this shouldn't be too hard, even with that collection of cards I now use as a deck.

"Now I let both of my monsters go, to summon my ultimate mage, Dark Magician (2500/2300). Dark Magician, dark magic attack! Destroy his warrior!"

Having only Scapegoat and Chain Strike (activate at 2nd link or higher, 400 damage to opponent per link) on my field, I could not defend against the attack. My life points dropped to 3100.

"Now, I'll place another two cards face down and end my turn," He said proudly.

Turn 4, Yuki's Turn, Vincent 4000, Yuki 3100

"Then I draw," I picked up a monster card, X-Saber Galahad (lv4, 1800/800), not bad, I think I'll save it. "I summon, Constellar Pollux (lv4, 1700/600)" This monster grants its owner one extra normal summon of Constellar monsters when it is normal summoned. Despite the excellent effect, it was the only Constellar monster I had in my deck.

"I activate a trap, Dust Tornado," Vincent spoke loudly. In more professional duels, there would be microphones, in this case, we must rely on our vocal cords. "I'll destroy the card on the left."

He pointed to Scapegoat.

"I activate Scapegoat," I replied, "and chain it with my Chain Strike, dealing 1200 damage." There were gasps all around, the redhead growled at the 2800 LP counter on his duel disk.

I was more used to 8000LP duels, so 1k doesn't seem like much.

"Next, I play Fissure," I held out the time-tested spell card, "which destroys the weakest monster you have on the field, in this case, your Dark Magician."

The ground seemed to open up, and a giant hand reached out to grab Dark Magician, dragging him into what looked like a fiery pit. Now that everything, aka the entire world, was in 3-D, the graphics looked authentic enough to be terrifying.

"Okay..." I took a deep breath to calm myself after the horrifying image that just played out before my eyes. What the hell was Kaiba thinking? "Now I'll have my warrior attack you directly." His life points dropped to 1100, the Magicians were beginning to look a little pale. I had a monster and three tokens on the field while he had none, it wasn't hard to do the math.

Turn 5, Vincent's Turn, Vincent 1100, Yuki 3100

"So she's got a couple of tricks up her sleeve, you can still take her!" The green one, I mean Teddy, called out.

Thanks of eyesight undamaged by computer access and education, I could see my opponent very well even in the darkness. His lips pursed in a straight line as he drew his next card, and brightened up.

"First," He announced loudly, a habit from these unofficial duels, which had no microphones or sound amplification devices "I summon Hannibal Necromancer (1400/200), in attack mode. So I can activate my trap, Torrential Tribute, which destroys all monsters on the field. Now that your field is clear, I play a magic card, Dark Magic Curtains! At the cost of half of my life points, I summon to the field, Dark Magician. Dark Magician, attack her directly!"

Finally, he uses a magic card. I distracted myself with random thoughts while gritting my teeth through the pain of the direct attack. There was no physical damage that I could find, yet I did feel the full impact of that attack as my life points dwindled down to 600 (from 3100), still a little higher than his 550, but only just.

He had only one monster on the field, with nothing in his spell and trap zone when he ended his turn, overly confident in his mage's abilities.

Turn 5, Vincent's Turn, Vincent 550, Yuki 600

"I play, Megamorph!" I placed the spell card into its slot, "and equip it to your Dark Magician. When my life points are higher than yours, the equipped monster's attack is halved, so your magician's attack is decreased to 1250."

"No," He gasped, taking a step back as though he had been hit. There was really no need for such drama in card games.

"Yes!" Galen shouted behind me. I repeat, needless drama.

"And I summon X-Saber Galahad (lv4, 1800/1000), and use it to attack your Dark Magician. He gains 300 attack points when attacking an opponent monster." Even if he didn't, it wouldn't have made any difference.

My monster charged his mage unhindered. Dark Magician turned and took one last longing look at his master as he disintegrated into the light that formed him.

That wasn't part of the hologram programming, was it?

"No!" That was the chorus from the circus Magicians.

"You won!" That was Galen rejoicing by rushing up, then skidding to a stop two steps away. He moved as though to hug me, then changed his mind and patted me awkwardly on the arm instead. "I mean, congratulations."

"You won." Vincent walked up, all the energy drained out of him. He riffled through his deck and handed me two Dark Magicians, "Please take good care of them. If you don't use these cards, find them good homes. We'll stay out of the Sabaku district from now on."

Honor among circus folk. I mean, duelists, right, duelists. I don't get it. There's five of them and two of us, if we were to secretly disappear forever, nobody has to know. And so, I was interested in asking a couple more questions.

"Where are you guys going?"

"I don't know," He kept his hand held out, "probably to the Gijutsu area to the north, nobody claimed that area yet, so we can lay low for a while. We'll stay out of any area that you claim."

"Now, when you say this area is mine," I couldn't resist the question, "What do you mean? What can I do with it? I mean, technically, it's all Sector property, right?"

I was never part of an official gang with territory, so the novel experience was at least entertaining.

"Well, umm, you can rob the people who live here I guess." Vincent stuttered, this obviously wasn't a question he'd been asked before, "but mostly we steal from Sector Security."

"Yeah, rob from the rich and give to the poor," Teddy chimed in, "Even if you get caught, they usually let you go if you beat them in a duel, I just think they don't want anybody to find out how much the Sector loses to us satellites."

"Make sure you do it on a Wednesday though," The purple-suited Felice added, "That's when they restock, so whatever you take would just be reported as wear-and-tear."

"No more than 50lbs per location though," the Smurf look-alike added, "Else they really come after you."

"Looks like you guys have got this down to a science," I chuckled. It was a terrible world for these kids to resort to criminal activities just to survive, I was nonetheless amused by this in-depth analysis and optimization of the theft of Sector property. "I think I need people like that here."

"What do you mean?" The Smurf asked, suspicion dripping from his voice.

"What are you doing, Cyril?" Teddy whispered urgently, pulling on the tails of his blue suit in what I could only assume to be an attempt at being inconspicuous, "she was going to let us stay here. Do you want to face Him?"

"Theodore." Felice said warningly, I apparently wasn't the only one who heard him.

"I think it's only fair that we hear what you have to say first," the Smurf named Cyril spoke for the group naturally; no less suspicious, if a little demoralized after his friend's reminder.

"Look," I scratched my head, grateful that anime people, even in 3-D, apparently didn't get dandruff. "I need people to watch over the area, and you need a place to stay, right? So why not?"

"There's not enough food," Vincent replied firmly, "security gets agitated if we take more than 200lb per week per district, no matter the location, so we never get enough to eat."

"With two hundred pounds of food per week?" He looked like he could eat a lot, but this was getting ridiculous.

"It's not just us, you nitwit!" Teddy retorted. "They don't feed anybody enough here, not even the kids. So we have to back a couple of the orphanages, with whatever we can get."

You are the kids, I wanted to tell him. Youngest of the group, he couldn't have been more than fourteen.

"All the more reason to stay here," I said instead, "who's gonna take care of them after you're gone?"

"What do you want for it?" Cyril pressed.

"Depends on what you are willing to part with." I teased with a grin. These clowns had nothing except the shirt off their backs, what could I possibly want from them?

"We can't just abandon those kids" Vincent deadpanned, "we'll stay. Name your price."

"Hmm," I paused, "I'll let you know."

I had no idea what to expect from a duel gang(lol), or supposedly running a district underground (LOL), I didn't even know where I was.

"How much food do you want?" Cyril asked in all seriousness, the four teenagers looked at me intently.

"I don't know," I replied again, "let's see what I can manage tonight, then we'll talk."

"Why? What are you doing tonight?" Teddy asked curiously, obviously already warming up to me. That kid needs to learn to keep his guard up.

"I'm not sure," I told him honestly, "but I'm hoping for something productive." I thought it was a clever pun (because I'm actually going to produce things), none of them got it. "Vincent, here." I handed his Dark Magicians back to him, "you're gonna need these."

"Are you sure?" He brightened up instantly, almost tearing up, it's a little funny to see on somebody 6'1 and towering over me.

"Consider it part of your employment benefits." I joked.

"What's that?" The redhead asked while the two obviously smarter members of the group looked exasperated.

"We apologize for Vincent," Felice explained, "he was never at the top of his class, so employment was never on his radar."

I know she meant it as a joke, but I couldn't manage a smile. Local business were all but impossible to maintain in the Satellite, both gangs and Sector Security made sure of that. Slightly over half of the able-bodied adults were employed by Neo Domino factories, the rest survived however they could, if at all. I was reminded of the hyena guy as I pulled up the corners of my lips to show teeth.

We'll see if we can do something about that, I thought. I didn't want to promise anything until I was sure.

"We'll be off then, you kids be good." I wanted to catch this engineer before it's too late to visit.

"Will do boss," Vincent replied apparently in all seriousness. "Do you want me to give you a ride? Our duel runner just got fixed up."

He showed me inside the large warehouse they're living in, revealing what can best be described as post-modern minimalism meet steampunk. Notice I meant 'best' as in 'most generously' not 'most accurately'.

He pointed to a heap of scrap metal in a corner. Smart, hiding a motorcycle in metal parts.

I was within five feet of it before I realized the scrap metal I was looking at was the duel runner. Unlike the flawless, world-class, mint-condition machines our protagonist was known to construct, this was what I would expect after a couple of crashes too many. I could leave this thing unlocked in any crime-ridden city in the (actual) modern world, and nobody would have the guts to ride away with it.

The only newish looking part was the engine, which was fastened, with what was either wires or large twist-ties, to the frame of a large bicycle. The front and rear forks were custom-adjusted to accommodate the uneven-sized wheels. Vincent later assured me that it was done on purpose to improve speed, though it wasn't a move that made this contraption look more reliable. Random holes were drilled into the frame to stabilize the two seats they had somehow installed onto this collection of parts. The handles, however, was the highlight of the machine, it was two plastic bottles held in place with duct tape.

"No," I said stiffly. "Never." Well, maybe not never, I don't know how long I would want to live in this world, this wouldn't be the worst way to go out. "Not yet," I corrected myself, "it's not my time."

Felice obviously got my joke and snickered quietly.

"Suit yourself," Vincent shrugged, "this baby may not be much to look at, but she runs like a dream."

And in a dream she would run. I mentally added, being smart enough to keep that comment to myself.

Again biding my new acquaintances farewell, I embarked on the much less death-inducing, though tiresome task of walking. To be productive, I reminded myself, so the produced products can be traded for food and clothing.

The Magicians stayed outside to watch us go.

"What the hell were you thinking Vincent?," Cyril opened the attack on their leader as soon as the visitors left, using very un-Smurf like language, " Just giving up our territory like that, and to that, that ignorant, conceited, barely-duel-literate, Enforcer-wannabe of the day who couldn't afford half a bottle of hair dye"

"We did lose the duel, Cyril," Felice answered for the redhead, "fair is fair. Vincent didn't give anything up, he lost the area to her; any of us would have given the situation."

"We'll win it back, right guys?" Teddy asked energetically, looking at the two white-haired teens with worried eyes, clearly sensing the tension building up.

"Speak for yourself, Ms. Holier-Than-Thou," Cyril completely ignored the youngest of their group, directing his comment instead at Felice, "the rest of us wouldn't have just handed the area over. Who knows what that kid going to do to this area, did you see how she just up and left? She couldn't care less."

"She did let us stay, that's a good sign," Felice said genially, "and Galen cares about this area as much as any of us, so if this new girl does something wrong, the rest of us will correct it together."

"That doesn't mean we should roll over and surrender," Cyril remained adamant and turned again to their leader, "I don't like her, Vincent, not one bit. She reminds me too much of Mr. Satisfaction, and that just screams trouble."

"I agree," Vincent finally added his input to the argument, mindlessly pulling on his own ponytail, "I don't trust a random girl with the Sabaku district either, but this might be for the best. I told Felice to look for Galen," the redhead avoided looking at his friends in the eyes, "I didn't tell you that I planned on losing the area to him."

"You what? Are you out of your freaking mind," Cyril demanded loudly, looking over his shoulder to make sure the party of two was well out of earshot.

"Let me finish," Vincent continued patiently, "Domino City is cracking down on all duel gangs again. To prepare for some big tournament they're having, some Cup or other."

"I wish I could enter," Cyril murmured dreamily, temporarily distracted. He barely heard it himself.

"So they're going to round up some of the leaders of duel gangs in the Satellite, in case we're any trouble," Vincent didn't, or acted like he didn't, hear Cyril's words, "the river is a high-risk area, so Ara's Mermail gang is thinking of moving onto land too. Then there's Him, I heard He's been planning something big since They broke up, and it's almost ready. Whatever it is, it's bound to rile up Security again."

The three other members of the Magicians listened wide-eyed to their leader.

"A lot of things are happening at once, and it just makes sense to retreat from the foreground for a while. I've set things up with the orphanages, and we can stay underground for now, let the situation cool down."

"I knew you didn't really lose the duel!" Teddy cheered. Had our other-dimension visitor been present, she would have marveled at what Teddy chose to focus on.

"I'm afraid that was real," Vincent pulled a little harder on his ponytail, "I had decided to use a back-up deck, I guess that backfired, somewhat. I did plan on losing, so it worked out."

"Then we're just going to watch when Domino ships her off to the Facilities?" Felice sounded a little louder than she intended.

"We'll see. If that's what happens, well, her loss," Cyril said dismissively. "It's not like she'll be any good for anybody here."

"We'll do what we can to prevent it." Vincent assured Felice, "for now, let's humor her and let things play out."

A/N:

I debated how I wanted to write the duels. I decided if a card effect isn't used, it wouldn't be written down. If it is used, it would be explained somehow through dialog or thought bubbles. (Vs writing all card effects in brackets like I planned).

Not sure if I was being obvious enough, 'He' referred to Yusei, Mr. Satisfaction referred to Kalin and 'Them' referred to the Enforcers.

I thought I would have a little fun with how other people in the Satellite saw the Enforcers