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Dark nods before sending a firework into the air, which exploded into green light. Then he simply looked at the entrance of the room and waits for a moment. Eventually, the fifth person arrives, someone known in this timeline as Arc. He walks into the room and his eyes immediately begin to glow white. They stayed glowing with a dim white light before Arc's eyes return to normal, without a trace of any light. Arc approaches Dark and kneels before him, not saying a single word. [BCOLOR=#ffffff]This, my friends, is Arc. He is the last member of a once glorious race, known as the Gyro. It is not in the record books after five millennium, but this one was suspended in a time warp that I freed him from. He is indebted to me, despite the fact that he was meant to serve the light. Now he is our best chance of getting us in there, as he has the powers of light. Arc, do you want to show them now or later?[/BCOLOR] Arc stands still for a few moments before a raises his hand in the air and summons a Valkyrie sword from thin air. He drops it and the blade disintegrates like pixels, making Dark form a chair out of darkness and sitting in it. [BCOLOR=#ffffff]Prepare for a show everyone, once he starts, he'll do it for a little while.[/BCOLOR] Indeed it was, as first he made a snowball in his and, which he melted with flames. The water made a puddle, and he makes the puddle levitate to fill a nonexistent mold. It freezes into a perfect bowling ball, and he makes ten metal cans form from metal nearby. He got a perfect shot with the ice-ball, and it disappeared because of the wormhole he made. Lastly, he made a small rose appear out of the ground in a loose section of bricks. He approaches it and picks it, then finally using special magic to turn it into a magic metal flower. It was living metal and jewels, as the green stems and leaves were replaced with solid emerald that could still be bent, but not broken. The rose itself was replaced with rubies, and the yellow nectar was replaced with harvest-able gold. Arc sets it in a cup gently before turning and bowing to Dark, who scoffs. [BCOLOR=#ffffff]What have I told you child, your magic is beautiful and amazing, but beautiful and amazing does not make you a villain.[/BCOLOR] Arc does not talk back or complain, but he simply just bows to Dark, then boards the ship to wait for the rest of them.
 
Ella clapped slowly. "That was very nice!" she said, smiling brightly. Honestly, the girl wondered why the hell she was considered a villain sometimes.
 
Kementh once more listened to everyone before the second new arrival in his eyes but more just another ally for this assignment would arrive. Listening he learned they were from Wonderland this simple fact for some reason or another made him grin. Then he looked at the man who came which worked for Dark watching he wasn't sure how he felt of the powers of light. He was considered by some as a dark dragon why he wasn't sure he never spent time trying to learn if he had powers. Hearing they could chose what Dark did with he artifact he began to think what would be to his advantage what would make things back at home easy. Kementh knew one thing for sure he would not let any of the others dare be fools and try to break it. They were getting paid if they returned with the artifact and it was obvious that if it broke that they probable wouldn't be paid there prize. This thought made him give a glare at the others then he gave a nod. Soon they were watching the man who Dark called Arc. He let his eyes watch closely and said nothing of his thoughts.
 
The Poppet nodded, so perhaps a hostage situation would not work, but it noted the fear in Dark's look. Then it processed the butchered sentence of that moron Rafa. It turned to him, crossed its arms of dry bone and said, "nothing can't be broken fool. Nor can it be in pieces."

The little flying thing spoke up and it tilted its head at her, claws clenched, sickles like vipers ready to strike. Snacks? SNACKS?! What was this, a school for children?! Then some guy called Ark appears and starts putting on a random magic show. When it ended the Poppet tried its hardest to figure out what the point of it was.

Then the Poppet realized, it was the only villain here. Everyone in this excessively dark palace was simply another fool who just had to do things the 'bad' way purely because it was what they were taught not to do. These fools, even Dr. Dark, could probably have reached their goals in other, even easier ways but no, they had to do things the 'bad way' because they were 'bad guys.' The Poppet was a true villain because it was made to slaughter, to cause grief, to do things the horrible, terrible, villainous way, and had no other function. As it was lost in thought, one of the Poppet's sickles swiped at Ella.
 
Arc starts the ship and pokes his head out to stare at the group. [BCOLOR=#ffffff]Looks like Arc is ready to go then. Get on all of you, and get me my artifact. Once you do, bring it back here and I can grant you your deepest desires.[/BCOLOR] Dark then turns his back to the group and leaves them with the large airship, that Arc was piloting. He waved his hand for everyone to come on, and he sits in the control chair. He did not elect himself to be captain because of his quiet background, so he would leave that to someone else. If only master were here, he could be captain... He takes a deep breath before starting up the thrusters to warm them up after a few hundred years of vacancy. He tested the hull shields to find that they were at maximum capacity, and he deactivated the shields for now to save energy. He inspects the cannons and overall, there was only one thing wrong with the Midnight XV... The fusion components in the atom bombs were faulty, so he took them off the ship. Once he was finished doing ship inspection, he gave them all a thumbs up to show that everything was now in tip-top shape. He sits down on the floor in one of the living areas, and begins to mess with a bunch of rings. There were four that were the same size and one small ring that were all connected. You had to move the larger rings in a certain way to get at the small ring, which was an enchanted ring. Once you solved the puzzle, you get the magic ring that amplifies your body to make you harder to kill. Arc had been working on it for the entire 5 millennium that he was trapped, and he still could not solve it.
 
Kementh listened to Dark and nodded. Then for a moment glared darkly at Poppet a moment as if he felt there was a thought of judgement he felt was unacceptable. He sometimes felt this way with his own men but not being able read thoughts he could not prove this he then looked to the airship and began to walk forward toward Arc who would probable be the obvious pilot being he was trapped hear or how it sounded by Dark so therefore he may be the only one who could work this ship. Now the role of captain he knew would need to be determined but how could he prove he has lead before? Would the others accept him? He wasn't sure. He had been quiet around them so far not sharing his dark backstory on why he started out considered a bag kid, then a bad guy when he grew older then finally a true villain by some of his and his gang's more recent acts of violence and destruction. He noticed finally the thumbs up came probable stating everything was now good to go. "Good to know." He commented toward Arc. "So I'm guessing you would be the best fit to drive this thing hu?" He asked walking to stand near Arc. "Being you work under Dark." He stated next to explain his thoughts. He had a feeling that Arc was like one of his men his right hand man to be excat for he had been quiet so far but seemed wise maybe more than the others. Kementh wasn't sure how he felt of Poppet by hearing him speak to Rafa or Rafa because of the comments he had heard. Though he knew if things were to succeeded whatever he decided on them he would have to work with the strengths and weaknesses. Of all even himself. They would work and get along one way or another even if it meant Kementh may not sleep till the end o this mission.
 
Arc looks up at Kementh and shrugs, pulling out a piece of jerky and offering it to him. There were reasons that Arc did not talk, because then his true secret would get out. So he tries to slide by without speech in his life, and so far, it had worked. He knew though, that his secret may be ruined by being on this mission. Dark told him to go though, so he would continue trying to stay this way. Arc looks back down at the ring puzzle and tries to solve it for a few more moments before putting away, as he could not do it for too long without being aggravated. He stands and nods at Kementh before moving to the control panel. He uses immense concentration to create two solid clones of himself, which then help him better control the ship. It is supposed to be driven by many people, like 7, but Arc was much faster than the average person, and he did it all. Unfortunately, he does have limits, and if he was the only one driving, it would take a painstakingly long time to reach their destination. In fact, it would probably take so long to get there with only him driving, that light would most likely be gone by the time they get there. So this explains the clones of him, who weren't afraid to speak, even if their voices were different from Arc's. Clone one, set and ready. Clone two, set and ready. Arc nods once everyone is on-board and they begin to start working. The ship slowly rises from the platform and the wall opens up, bathing the room in morning light. The sky was a deep blue where the moon set, and it was lighter where the sun was. They fly out of the building and flip so they were no longer upside-down, because it is the island that is crazy, not them. Arc decides to do one more thing for the crew so that they would not struggle with each other. Arc uses a lot of energy to teleport someone to the ship, a captain that retired early in fact. This person was confused at first, but after a bit of explaining, he seemed to calm down. Sadly, this person was a human, and even though he has high intellect and his own personality, he seems to lack many means of strength and self-defense, save for a small handgun from about 20 years ago. It was a later generation laser pistol, and it probably would not do much to a wall or armor. He goes and takes the captains chair before speaking in a language everyone can understand, called English. This is Captain Jeremy Phillips. You boys... and girl, just sit back, relax and enjoy yourselves for a bit. We will need you in top notch conditions to operate the guns on this baby if we run into trouble with other ships. So crew, do I make myself clear? It was preposterous, taking orders from a human, but they were the most adaptable species in the world, no... in the universe. If anyone was suited to command the Midnight XV, it was Phillips. Besides, he gave off a contagious feeling of superiority that made everyone feel like they could take on the world. Arc, set course for Geldrum, we'll need to make a quick stop to fix up this bucket of bolts. You may have checked it over, but a captain always knows when his ship could be better. Arc sighs, then nods and signals for the clones to get to work. Geldrum was a small metal mining planet in the Delorama System, and they were widely know for their ability to get their hands on anything that involves star-ships. The Delorama System was also jam full of metals rare and common, so there were bound to be bandits and space pirates, not to mention the average burglars and plain thieves. They would be extremely lucky to avoid being attacked in that vicinity, and while they could probably fight back, they would take significant damage. They would have to run away, and shoot at their pursuers to get away unscathed. The captain took all of these possibilities into account and plotted their best course. They would have to get to the uninhabited side of the planet and travel along the atmosphere to get to the capital of Geldrum, Dolleft. Of course, they still hadn't left yet, but Phillips used to be famed for his foresight. Everyone get ready and brace yourselves, we will be breaking through the atmosphere shortly now. Phillips growled as he thought of the turbulence involved with breaking through the atmosphere. You'd think that they would have made a way to stop the horrid shaking, like Old Earth's airplanes, but instead they decide to make it able to get into space and leave it at that. The newer models are like that, but I could tell that this was an older model as soon as I set foot in this metal box. It'll have to be caught up to date when we get to Dolleft.
 
Kementh watched Arc for a while once more. He nodded as if understanding there may be a reason Arc didn't yet speak to him much. He knew such a thing would take time usually it does. He went and sat down once Arc seemed set but before he could think of anything to say or ask. He grinned seeing an obvious old looking captain. 'Someone must be use to arguments...' He thought to himself a strange dark looking smile on his face. "Alright mister." He replied not willing to call the man sir or captain being he had hopes to be such. Then again the captain may only be leading on the ship. That Kementh felt he would find a way to work with such. His plan that was forming in the back of his mind to make this misson a sucess still was forming. He knew they would at some point all at times work like a team but also perhaps at times apart depending on the situation they would face. He was ready for either but Kementh knew one thing he wasn't willing to let any of them tell him what to do without a good reason for doing it.
 
Phillips nodded for the Arc clones to activate the warp sequence once they were in space, and they nod in turn, twisting dials and pressing buttons. At last, they turn to the real Arc and nod, and he slowly pushes forward a large lever. The stars and planets seem to stretch around them as they begin to go faster than light. The universe is sort of like a hollow ball, full of dark matter, suns, and stars, along with other things. When the warp sequence is activated, the ball bends and stretches. The current location you are in and the place you want to go get closer together and a small wormhole connects the two, barely more than a few hundred miles long. You travel through the wormhole without harm, and once you reach the other end of it, the universe morphs back to it's original position. This is where the group meets their next unexpected ally.
Immediately, they warp into the middle of a ship skirmish, where there are the imperial forces of the Intergalactic Force Fighters, a group that are the best at attacking ships out of all of the imperial military. They have their own flag and emblem, a grey sword on a black background, with the design of flames flickering across and blotting out most of the background and some of the sword. Did I forget to mention that the sword was in a white skull that was cracked where the sword pierced it? That was a sign that they made when they were able to utterly crush their enemy. Indeed, the other ship was in bad shape, smoking and blazing, at the brink of destruction, but barely holding on. Their flag belonged to a famous group of renegades that did not work for either side, called the Dragon Alliance. They were outlaws, among many others, but they were the best of the best, not to mention that they only took small jobs that didn't draw too much attention. Their flag was also black, with tattered red blood spots and a large shield, emblazoned with a white figure of a dragon. The blood spots on the flag showed that they were in bad shape, which was already made clear. Captain Phillips growled and quickly barked orders, which got them quickly out of the way unscathed. He took a few sharp breaths before he turned to the group of villains. We have two options here. We could either help the renegade group and most likely gain safe passage to Geldrum, or we could leave them to fend for themselves and continue on our voyage. Based on my past experiences, I say we help them out and make them help us in turn, but this is your voyage and I am just a guest taking place as your captain. Your call men, leave them, or help them?
(Like to help, or other for leave. Comment if you have dialogue in mind.)
 
(Okay then, we will help.)
Captain Phillips nods to himself, making up his mind. It's time for you people to get off your lazy bums and man the turrets. We are going to help them and help them with repairs, thus making them indebted to us. Once we do that, we can make them do whatever we please. Arc then leaves his station and goes to the exit of the ship. Phillips yells through the intercom, saying What are you doing man?! You'll die if you go out there! Arc ignores him and presses a lever, opening the door leading into space. Arc grabs the rim of the door and swings himself to where he could defend the turrets, making sure that no one would attack the other members of this ship. His scarf slips momentarily, and reveals smooth skin, like polished wood, but he quickly pulls on one end, tightening it and hiding his face once again. He scowled himself for having such a close call with revealing his identity, but shirked it off as a large pair of electric fused rams slide out of the front of the ship, a detail that Arc had forgotten most ships had. The imperial ship was charging up to deal a fatal blow to the renegade group when the Midnight slams into it at high velocities, pushing it off course and maiming a small portion. The size ratio of the Midnight to the imperial cruiser, identified as a T-74 Mk. III upon closer inspection, was like a baseball to a wrecking ball, but this greatly reduced the imperial ship's speed, making it almost immobile compared to the Midnight. However, if the group did not finish this quickly, then they too would be in the same situation as the renegades, a fate that would be best avoided. One of the imperial cruiser's cannons had been locking onto them though, and it shot as soon as the Midnight rammed the much larger vessel. The bullet was a Radon pulse, less commonly known but more powerful than plasma, Ion, and lasers combined. Arc deflected it at the last moment by somehow shifting the gravity around it and making it spin around to fly back at the cannon. Luckily, most large ship cannons do not need to be manned like the smaller ships, thus the reason Arc made the bullet destroy the cannon instead of flying into deep space. Finally, Phillips manages to get the Midnight on the T-74's blind side, giving the order to fire at will.

The general walks abruptly down the metal hallway, lined with pipes and wires. The designers had been focused more on attack and size than comfort and speed, so the rooms and halls running along the ship were very difficult to traverse and get used to, not to mention hard on the eyes. The general walks toward the door leading to the main hull, sliding his personal ID card to gain access the room from which the commander controlled the ship. The captain turned his chair to the general, who saluted before stating his business. The enemy appears to have reinforcements, but the new arrival happens to be our primary target sir. I would recommend abandoning the attack on the renegade forces to focus our efforts on the main objective, but there are many fine soldiers still on the renegade ship, so many in fact, that we could not attack them if we wanted to. What are your plans now, sir? The man sighs and stands, revealing his large frame, much closer to the size of a giant than an Astrodermis. (A sub-species related to the orcs, being much stronger and agile than their ancient relatives. How many times have I told you to call me lord? Anyways, I fear that we don't have much choice in the matter, so we must do the unthinkable... Stein, release the prisoner in lock-down. General Stein gasps and immediately begins to sweat as he asks Are y-you sure si-I mean, my lord? T-That does not s-sound like a very wise d-decision, my l-lord. The captain growls and grabs him by the shirt, lifting him high up off the ground. I did not ask for an opinion, now go and do it! He then drops Stein to the floor and returns to his chair. Stein gulps, and after about a minute, he had jogged all the way to the top security section, where they held their number one priority prisoner... May god have mercy on their souls. He scans the card and opens the gate, not even having time to regret his decision as a large bone was thrown like a dagger into the general's head, killing him instantly. The prisoner leaves his cell and touches his forehead, before nodding. You should have told me before opening the door, you damned fool... Time to feed.
 
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"Sir! The Splitter have taken too much damage!" say one of the worker of The Splitter. Captain Yarnish still shocked after watching a small ship bravely charge in such a big ship. "What could have been if that thing was gonna hit us" said Yarnish.

The situation inside The Splitter itself waa chaotic. Even a robot was crying in the corner!. Yarnish was trying to be calm, and tried to find idea how to control the situation. But then a man.. or rather a boy calmly approach Yarnish "that small ship is quite brave. I can say that that ship was trying to help us. So, are we going to stay here and do nothing like a bunch of clown trying to make a laugh to a cat? Or are we going to keep moving forward and help those little ship. What do you say Yarnish?". Yarnish still skeptical aboit his own decision. The boy saw in his eyes a sad man waiting for his own oblivion

"What? You just stare at me and doing nothing?. Listen old man, you are NOT capable of being a General AT ALL! I'm going off this ship!" Said the boy. The boy turn his back away from Yarnish, and walked away to a small jet. He saw Yarnish one more time. "Just die in here. Pathetic" he enter the jet and flied to the Imperial ship
 
Arc watches as a renegade rocket jet flies towards the imperial ship, and he considered intercepting the small pod when a hand bursts from the metal hull of the T-74, creating a wider and wider gap before a large section of the hull collapsed and flew into deep space, revealing the prisoner. He was 6' 2", and wore traditional prison clothing. He also had scraggly hair and he seemed to be mostly human, save for that corrupt taint of demons and madness in his eyes. As if by telepathy, the prisoner states You seem to think of me as a normal human, stranger... No matter... I shall eat your flesh and devour your soul. The man blasts forward, despite the fact that there was no oxygen in space. Arc barely manages to dodge as the man goes flying past. Damn, I've used too much energy with the clones and the teleportation, not to mention stopping that cannon bullet from hitting the ship. I'm too out of practice, were it before I was stored in the time warp, he would already be contained. The man catches Arc unawares, and arc flies backwards, landing on one knee and sliding to a stop. Your mind seems to be troubling you... Don't worry, you'll be consumed soon enough. The man charges again, this time catching Arc by the back of his shirt when he attempts to dodge. He slams Arc into the hull of the Midnight, making him almost bounce away. Arc saves himself by creating a gravity field that brings him back down again before dissipating. What is... name? The prisoner looks shocked by this but smiles as he say My name is Johnathan the Consumer, like what I shall soon do to you. Arc attempts to defend himself, but is tackled and slammed against the side of the T-74, where Johnathan holds him up with the pressure applied to his chest. Let's see what's under that mask then shall we? Johnathan goes to remove the scarf first, being as it is the loosest, but Arc catches his hand and, in a sudden burst of energy, blasts Johnathan backwards. Johnathan regains balance, but before he could react, Arc begins to beat him to a pulp. Left hook, right hook, left, right, left, right, uppercut, stomach punch, slam-down, gut knee, brutally combining a seemingly endless stream of strikes on Johnathan before finally grabbing him by his long and shaggy hair and throwing him towards deep space. Somehow, he manages to recover and land on the ground, and when he stands upright, there is barely a bruise on him. I left my humanity behind long ago, so you cannot kill me... I died in that prison, so I consume anyone who opposes me. Arc sighs and creates a ghost of himself, which says There are fates much worse than death, and you have chosen immortality, one of the hardest and loneliest paths out there... I pity you Johnathan, and I shall put your restless soul at peace for you. Johnathan laughs at this, and catches Arc off guard as he lunges at him. However, instead of going straight for Arc this time, he drops down and trips him, grabbing his ankle and attempting to once again slam him against the "ground". He had done this one too many times though, and Arc caught himself with his hands before his hit. Johnathan did something unexpected then though, that Arc would never forget as one of the most gruesome experiences of his life. Arc turns to look at where he is kicking with his free foot, as Johnathan has his other foot held tightly, to see Johnathan bend his head down and tear away a large portion of flesh. Arc shouts in pain and kicks the crazed man off of him, and pulls himself to his opponent, watching as he chews at the meat in he mouth, almost puking at the sight and sound of him swallowing the raw and bloody meat that was once part of Arc's gastrocnemius muscle. Arc growls in pain, but does not get angry, as he silently prays. Someone, please help me free this man of his madness...
 
"Alright, this is Aplha 1! Intercepting the evil lord Ship. Wow that sounds cool!" Said Valhite. It seems that he really enjoying pilotting a jet. The Imperial ship somehow, was able to detect a new jet approaching. And the unmanned cannon suddenly lock out to Valhite jet, trying to shoot him.
"Wo o, that looks bad.. alright what should I do? Maneuvering like in the movie? Probably i'm just scrapped over like usual. They said in television don't do it without supervision of Elite. And here I am without supervision.. so what now..." while he was talking by himself, the cannon fire a shot at his jet.
"Maybe my arcana could help me.. let see.. hmm" he rushes to search for his arcana book in his pocket. After got it, he read it carefully. "Hmm tower arcana number 16. Creating a barrier to block anything for 5 second. 10 energy. Alright. Tower!!!" Valhite activating the power of his 16th tarot card, the Tower. He bravely charging through the bullet. But then, with his enthusiastic to coumter the bullet and his energetic style, the bullet somehow missed. It made Valhite intention and energy-wasting power, epic fail. "What?! I'm just trying to recreating Star Wars you know!!!"

Valhite keeps moving forward and now he is near to the Imperial Ship. And somehow with his eye (which is rather bad actually) he saw 2 people were fighting in the front of the Bridge Control Room
"Wow! They are holding universe wrestling entertainment now!? Better watch it first!"

He watched as a big men slowly beating up and slamming down the spacian. And then, something gruesome happenimg... the big man suddenly "eat" the spacian thigh or something
"Oh my god! Do they really censor this kind of thing? Anyway that big men looks bad. Hmmm.. Alright i'm gonna wreck his body with this jet !" He get off from his chair, and using his space suit and ready to action.
"Here we go!! High speed SEND OFF!!!"

He accelerated his jet to full speed, and when he got near, he just simply touch the eject button. He ejected from the jet, the big man is rammed by the jet and sent to the deep space where he won't return

"Alright spacian, now give me your Champion Title or i won't heal your meat!"
 
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Arc eventually dropped to his knee, and Johnathan slowly walks towards Arc, taking his time to delay the inevitable. Or so he thought, as he was at least a yard away when the jet rammed into him, sending him flying with it. Arc stared after him and wished he had enough strength to make the ship explode. Arc looks at the newcomer and attempts to stand and give him thanks, when he talks about a champion title. He is confused by this at first, before realizing that he must mean a gift! Arc uses a minuscule amount of energy to melt one of the floating nearby pieces of metal that he plucked out of the air. He then forms it into a ring and pulls a gem out of his pocket, sticking it in a slot. He then touches it to his finger and the gem begins to hum with energy and eminates a slight red glow, being that the gem is a ruby. After a few seconds, Arc takes his finger away and closes the ring in his hands. He opens them again to reveal that the metal ring had been designed into a small dragon holding the ruby in it's tail, which connected to it's snout. Arc tosses the ring as best as he can in space to Valhite before dropping to his knee again, treating his wound the traditional way and cleaning it with alcohol before wrapping it in a bandage. He looks to the jet that had taken away the cannibal to find that Johnathan had wormed his way inside the jet. Instead of coming back, however, he simply flew off into the vast reaches of space, most likely to find someone to feed upon. Arc scolded himself for being beaten so easily, but instead of dwelling on it, Arc stands and pulls out a large sword that had been concealed in his robes. He cuts away at the edges of the entrance/exit Johnathan had made, allowing him and Valhite to walk into the ship and kill the captain of this ship. Logic dictates that if the captain were to die, the imperial forces would lose their courage and surrender to the group of villains.
Phillips yelled at one of the two clones still driving the ship. God-damn it stupid creature, move faster! The clone turned and scowled for a moment before shouting back. We're moving as fast as we can, with only two people driving and all. Phillips swore at their luck... The imperials had begun to retaliate, slowly turning the ship and sending people down to take over the ship. If the real Arc were here, they would have no trouble, but they had lost sight of him once he begun to fight with that weird person. They had no idea what Arc was doing at this time, but Phillips was getting agitated. If things continue like they are, then I'll have to step into the fray... Phillips growled at their luck and slammed his fist against the arm of the chair. A commander like myself should have known that this would not turn out well... Maybe we should have just left the renegades to their fate? Phillips shook his head and moved towards the window just in time to see Arc infiltrating the imperial ship. What the!? The nerve of that boy, can't he see we're in a crisis here?
 
"What? No champion belt? I thought this was supposed to be Wrestling match.." said Valhite. He lend his hand to the spacian with some scarf hiding his face. He silently watching as the Spacian tried to heal his own wound "what if I say to him that I hav the power to heal.. Just leave him be, he won't talk anyway"

That spacian also give him a dragon ring which he really appreciate it... with a cry "oh man.... I've been searching this thing for a year!!! A Toothless ring oooh my .. You should watch How to Train your Dragon too". The spacian still doesn't talk. "Hmm maybe I should cut off my clumsy act" Valhite thought.

The Spacian stand up like a warrior, and unleashing his big sword that somehow he managed to concealed it under his robe. He cut the last remaining of the hull. After that , he jumped to inside of the ship. Valhite silently follow. It appears that both of them were inside a storage room. Before going any further, Valhite unleashing his true nature. With his Arcana power, he change his appearance with black shirt and coat, a black mask, a black trouser, and a black hair changing his white hair and he wears black gloves. He pointed a gun in Spacian head
"Listen you don't know me, and so do I don't know you. And heed my word, I'm changing my personality like this so that I can destroy this Imperial ship ALIVE. You won't get in my way, but YOU will have to heed my command. I can kill you right away spacian, judging from your injury. Remember, I saved you. Now pay my debt by following my command. Relax, I will make us out of here ALIVE. Only if you cooperate. The only way to drive back the opponent is to kill their General or Commander whatever. Cooperate with me, and don't tell anybody about my true nature whoever it is. Even if they don't know me. From here on in this form , you would call me OBSIDIAN. Is that understandable? Will you cooperate or will you die here in vain? Remember your injury is quite fatal and I have saved you. Now, try to talk mister"
 
Arc looks around the storage room, trying to determine their best course of action from here, when that man aimed a gun at his head. Arc turned to face him as he spoke, his eyes never revealing anything. The man who calls himself Obsidian told him to speak, and despit common sense, he shook his head. He instead slowly loosened the scarf and lifted it slightly to show a flashing light hidden under his flesh. It was a voice filter, and it made him sound the way he did now. Don't... tell... anybody... He lowers the scarf again and turns away from Obsidian, despite the gun still aimed at his head. He motioned for him to follow, as he had just finished figuring out where the Captain's chambers would be. They stopped in front of a heavily locked door, so Arc stepped out of the way and motioned towards the door, giving him a card he had somehow retrieved from General Stein. Johnathan had taken it from him, and Arc took it from him in turn. Before anything happens though, Arc motions towards the ring he gave Obsidian/Valhite. He summoned a ghost of himself to explain. I have put some of my magical energy into this ring, so whenever you are feeling tired or drowsy, focus your mind and draw upon the energy. There should be enough in there to last for 5 years at least. Also, that card I gave you will open this door if you slide it through the scanner. I'll leave it to you, as I'm in no condition to fight. The ghost disappears and Arc stumbles slightly, as the energy required to keep a ghost of himself summoned combined with the blood loss, gives Arc a bit of a head rush. He nods at what the ghost had said and motioned towards the door again.
 
" fine, i'll keep your promise, you keep mine". Obsidian said, after seeing the terror inside the scarf of that spacian. The spacian somehow lead the way , and Obsidian doesn't have any choice but to follow.

While he was following the Spacian. He notice that the ring was glowing. And also, he didn't see any of the infantry, they simply walking alone without anyone tu bug them. He also noticed that the inside of the ship isn't pretty. Too much pipe ran across the wall and the floor, and there's also a bit of junk, showing that the ship hasn't been cleaned for a long time.

They finally arrived at a big metal gate with no one guarded. By the looks of the spacian eye, Obsidian can see that this door is the bridge itself. But then again, something bugged him, did the spacian really his ally or his enemy? Obsidian stare at the spacian without he knowing.
"So, how do we gonna get in" said Obsidian.
The spacian pull out a card from his robe and revealing an identity card for a soldier that worked in here. Before the spacian open up the gate, he himself pointed toward the ring that Obsidian used. He summoned a ghost in an instance and that ghost told that Obsidian ring is used for energy reservoir. It can replenish energy for 5 years. Obsidian grin a little. Then the ghost also told that he can no longer fight because his condition. This is a chance for Obsidian as the spacian stumbled down and landing on his knees. He proceed to move onward but Obsidian told him to stop moving and wait here.

Obsidian in the other hand, went to different way, searching for a soldier he can assassinate. He was confused to see that for a ship this big, they had few workers. Maybe that the ship itself full of automatic things? But then again, that qustion left umanswered as Obsidian progressing through the hard floor. He stepped silently as he heard someone humming. As he drew closer to the wall, the humming is much more clearer. So he decide to see what lies in the left turn. He took a small peek and noticed that there is a guard off duty there and he was eating. Luckily, the guard wore a mask and an ID card too. So, Obsidian stealthy moving to shorten the distance. As he drew closer, he took his knife and thrust him right on his spine. The result of this thrust is not a blood or a death, the guard simply just just passed out and lost control of his body. He became like a ragdoll without a support in his body. That thrust also resulted with no blood beimg spilled, so he can take away the costume and dumped the guard at a trash can.

He wore the costume and went back to the spacian. The spacian looked rather confused, but somehow he was able to understand what Obsidian would do

"You'll become a bait. I will act like a guard here and spotted you infiltrating the ship and will give you to the bridge where the General reside. While I talk to the General, you levitate your own big sword and thrust the General. The rest of the worker inside the bridge? Leave it to me." Said Obsidian. Then, Obsidian took the Spacian big sword and dematerialize it.

"That should do it. You know how to do telekinesis with your own sword right? If you don't then just spill it out. I'll do the killing anyway . Alright, proceed to the main mission, Kill the General".

They proceed to the main chamber
 
Kemeth was quiet but trying to help best he could. Listening to the commands but when he looked at the buttons near his sit his mind was a blank. He sat there looking for what he might could do to help. He knew by him doing nothing it was obvious he had never flown in a ship he was more use to alone. A low growl of frustration could be heard from him. Then he cursed in dragon tongue before sitting back feeling defeated on the technology. He turned to look at the ship's captain. "If I can help in any way. I would. Just I've never flown by aircraft before. But rather by my own means." He stated admitting why he had been rather quiet for some time since they had become under attack.
 
Phillips turned to Kemeth and sighed. Right, okay... See these levers here? These are used to turn each of the turrets. The button on top of the lever is used to shoot. That's all you need to know for now. Phillips then turns to see a lone soldier from the imperial ship finally reaching their hull. When Phillips saw this, he also noticed that the imperial cruiser had also stopped trying to turn towards them. They must have sent every able bodied man here to fight... Stupid decision on their part, but that means better chances of victory for us. It's time for me to get involved. Phillips walked to the elevator and put on an oxygen helmet, then rose up a small shaft that lead to the outside of the ship. The lone soldier spots him and pulls out his pulse gun, but Phillips' laser pistol is lighter and faster, so he got in the first shot. A red laser hits the soldier's armor, but it is not a strong enough blast to get through his space suit. The soldier in turn shoots at Phillips, knocking the laser pistol out of his hand. Phillips then reveals an even more useless weapon... a whip. Actually, with Phillips' knowledge, the whip can become a very useful tool, not a weapon. The soldier lifts his gun again to shoot Phillips a second time, when the whip catches it and brings it to him. He catches the pulse gun and quickly uses it to get a clean head-shot on the soldier, revealing one of his old enemies. Call it killing two ghosts with one bullet then... Rest in peace, bastard.

Arc's head tilts to the side when Obsidian comes back with a uniform. He nods to show he understood the plan, but decided to make a few adjustments to it first. He summoned his sword and made sure it was not celestial any more, shaking his head no after doing so, to tell Obsidian not to take his sword again. Then he materialized handcuffs that he could easily break apart and slipped them on, to make it look more convincing. He nodded to say he was ready, and Obsidian took them to the main/captain's chamber. The captain turned to them in his chair, letting his extreme displeasure show. What is it this time Thomas? I told you to finish taking your break and get back to ship repairs! The co-pilot is waiting for you. Before you leave though, who is this? A renegade unit from the ship we attacked, or a member of the ship we were meant to intercept known as the Midnight? Arc's eyes widen in surprise as the captain of the imperial ship stated the imperial's true intentions. If the Midnight was their target in the first place, then that would mean that the others were also fighting for their lives. He wanted to pounce on the imperial captain now and run him through, but he had to have patience. He waited for Obsidian to make his move.
 
Kementh nodded and watched learning quickly he then gave a smirk. "Alright got it." He replied then noticed Phillips leave. Shrugging Kementh began to do his part and help. He fired at the enemy ship and let himself stay aware of every surrounding. Without thinking soon a dragon tail appeared behind Kementh swaying back and forth while he was in complete focused to make sure and hit the right ships.
 
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