"Sir! The girl you had us watching has vanished! We think she headed in the direction of the ship that just landed!"

cLuTcHFieND groans in frustration.

"Dammit! Why doesn't she just stay put! We're not going to be able to do any good if we all run off and attack them onee by one! Find her, and tell her that cLuTcHFieND says to wait at the landing zone!"

"As you command, sir!"

cLuTcHFieND is about to put the unit away, when he thinks of something. He punches a button on the comm, and begins to speak into it.

"Kalana, this is clutch. Do you copy?

"This is Kalana. I copy."

"Ask Soul Reaver if there's any way he can contact Asaki through that amulet he gave her. She's going to try and take on the Chaos lords by herself, and I don't think she'll survive."

"Okay, clutch. I'll ask him."

cLuTcHFieND puts his comm away and enters the transporter room.

"Master Reaver. cLuTcHFieND would like me to ask you if you have any way of contacting Asaki from here. She is apperantly attempting to fight the Chaos Lords by herself."

|With chaos as my guide, I walk the plains in search of a worthy battle...|

|With chaos as my guide, I walk the plains in search of a worthy battle...|

"Commander Aileron! It's good to have you back, sir."

"Admiral Benden! How are things holding up here?"

"Not too shabby, sir."

"Damm, Benden. Forget the formalities. You're 27 years older than me and you still call me sir."

"Sorry, Cameron. I just can't help it. I've been a marine for so long."

"I know. Don't worry about it. Is Hangar 1 empty?"

"Not a particle in it, just as ordered."

"Good. And the Thunderhawks?"

"Two of them, standing by."

"Good. Seal it off, and flush out the air. I'll go in through the main airlock. Be ready to open the hangar doors on my signal."

"Okay, Cameron. We'll be ready."

cLuTcHFieND turns and walks out of the bridge, destined for Hangar 1.

She looks up when Clutchfiend and Kalana walk in, crossing her arms and staying quiet. This is probably the longest amount of time she’s been silent in her life. She nods slightly at Clutchfiend’s words and then follows along with the others as usual. Her eyebrows lower in annoyance as Sabre makes his way around her.

“We’re all going to the same place, Sabre. No one wins a prize for getting there fir…” she stops and clamps her hand to the side of her neck.

When she looks up, her eyes are blazing. She stalks after him, fists clenched at her sides. Knowing that she is entering an even smaller tin can doesn’t seem to bother her, she has her eyes set on the back of Sabre.

“I’m not playing these games with you, Sabre!” she finally catches up to him as he leans back against the wall.

She glances at a few of the crewmembers that have been readying the ship and are now staring at her. She presses her lips together and lowers her voice.

“Is this what you want?” she picks the amulet up from where it lays on her chest. “Here.”

She rips it from around her neck, breaking the chain. Her hand goes to his and she turns his palm upward, slamming the amulet into his hand.

“We may be fighting on the same side…well, hell, who knows what side you’re on…but if you mess with me again, I will rip your throat out with my bare hands.”

Her eyes narrow and she is standing on tiptoe to try and look him the eyes, a snarl on her lips. After a few moments of glaring at him, she lowers her heels back to the ground and whips around, stalking back towards Kalana and Soul Reaver. She plops down in a seat and goes about trying to strap herself in.

“How do these damn things buckle…” she mumbles around gritted teeth.

Finally she huffs out a sigh and leans back, pushing the straps aside. Her jaw juts out and she puts on a brooding face.

Simple enough, she smiles as he finishes and the triton launches. Too bad we don’t have time to look at ‘er insides…always helps when trying to learn a new machine.

She watches him pin the rose to the ceiling, her hands pulling the halter-like straps of the safety constraints down over her shoulders and buckling them to the strap across her lap. She purses her lips, one eye closing, and reaches out to point at the capsule marked with a number five.

Five has always been my lucky number, she glances up with a smile, looking a bit curious at what he is about to do.

"Are we all ready for launch?"

"Good choice. Remember when dealing with tritons... Always pick high numbers. You see the Tritons were invented by a man named Xavier Triton. He and I created countless models of the damn things! Each one of these capsules is a different combat Triton. It is sealed and shrank into a small object resmbling a childs toy. *Pulls out the number 5 capsule and points to a red button on the top.* If you ever want to pilot one... Just push this button and throw it into a clear area... With at least 50 foot of ground clearance and a 90 foot radius... Never open one inside..."

*Thisahon Grabs the Comm out of his pocket and speaks into it.*

"Clutch we will be out of earths atmosphere in a few. We will stand by for action... I hope there is room for an extra person aboard.... And of all things... She likes machines. Her name is Ella... I beleive that she is Bridgets Daughter. Tamrissa is'nt gonna like that too much!"

*Thisias turns to Ella one more time. He points to a red button covered by a transparent peice of plastic. He taps on the cover as he talks....*

You see this button... Whatever you do... Don't push it! You might want to get a look at the hardware first!"

*As the new Triton flys through space the stars reflect off of its chrome exterior. The eyes on the head part glow green. The large cannon sits on top of the sheild that covers the entire back of the triton causing it to look something like a turtle. The sheild is thick making room for the several hundred missiles stored inside. The sheild is pitch black with the green symbol of "Jihon" atop of a rose. The edges of the sheild are white. This Triton looks more humanoid in nature. It also looks more feirce. On the outside of the legs are several dark green storage containers for weapons, rashons, ammo, and any other thin immaginable. The Chest, Right above the cockpit door, opens up to reveal 500 cal. gattling gun. On the left side is a rose... On the right is the "Jihon" Symbol. The wires and what not lie underneith 1' thick titanium. It is dressed to kill.*

cLuTcHFieND puts the old comm away. He rushes into the airlock and activates it while putting on his helmet. Soon he finds himself floating in the airless hangar. He pulls out his newer comm.

"Admiral Benden! Tell the gunships to stand clear, and open the hangar doors!"

There is a pause, and then the hangar doors begin to open. cLuTcHFieND waits until they are open the whole way.

"Well, here goes nothing."

cLuTcHFieND extends his hands and begins to concentrate. Nothing happens at first, but then a warp gate opens up inside the hangar opposite the doors. A similar warp gate opens up in front of Thisahon's Triton.

Halcon Follows Kalana to the ship while pondering about a few things. As they reach the ship he jumps into a seat and buckles up. He begins to concentrate on something and pays no heed to anything for a while, missing a few of his instructions (hehe).

I'm gonna need something big to ride in on the surface. I'm not that great in a battle just yet... But if I had something to fight for me...

Halcon begins to piece together a prayer that he intends to use in the oncoming battle, after perfecting that one he begins to alter it and create new ones in his head. Everything is coming together nicely...

"I don't know how many of you have done this before, but hold on to something. Re-entry can be.....a little rough."

Just as she finishes speaking, the entire ship lurches wildly. Everything outside the windows turns a bright orange, and the tempature in the ship rises 10 degrees. This lasts for about 5 minutes, with the turbulance getting increasingly worse as time goes by. Then, just as quickly as it started, it is over. The orange fades to the pristine blue of the planet's sky. They are still above the clouds, so nothing can be seen of the surface just yet.

"THISAHON! FLY INTO THE WARP GATE!"

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