OOC: Timestamp: Dyo 41th, 81379 Characters: All Teslos BIC: Kama woke up from his short time of slumber. The past two days had been horrible. A battle in Bhim had exhausted his family members and himself. He had also looked at death in the eyes recently... In addition, Auraron delivered some disturbing news about a conspiracy. Someone was trying to kill off the rest of the Teslo family. This figure had already ruined one of the Teslo's hideouts, and almost killed the Teslos by tricking them into fighting "The Lost". Kama got off of the bed from the inn that he and his family members had rented for the night. He glanced over to see his other siblings sleeping soundly. All except for Auraron. Kama had never figured Auraron out. Auraron rarely spoke, although, when he did so, he didn't speak much. Auraron was riddled with mystery. There was no telling what horrors he had experienced in his youth while he was trapped in the catacombs. Suddenly, the door opened and Auraron walked in. "Morning," spoke Kama. Auraron nodded. Kama continued, "We are going to meet up with "The Lost" today, they want to examine our hideout." Kama went over to wake up his siblings. Sabato stretched and yawned, acting slugish for a few moments and then suddenly springing up. "What are we doing today, Kama?" "Meeting "The Lost" at our hideout, get ready to leave shorty." replied Kama. Timaro awoke as well as Jahhar and Sabata. They prepared quickly. All of the Teslos, aside from Auraron, showed signs of anxiety. They thought that prehaps "The Lost" could help them find out who had hacked their computer. Hopefully they were right. They all moved quickly to the entrance of their hideout. Kama raised a hand to stop Sabato from opening the door. "No telling what has happened to this place while we left it for the night. All of the security has gone haywire. We should wait for "The Lost" to arrive." "Righty..." replied Sabato, a bit dissapointed. He was quite curious about the hideout and what had happened to it, even though he was also somewhat frightened at the thought of someone hacking the computers. Jahhar chuckled, "You don't think we can take on what lies inside?" Kama shot him a stern look and Jahhar settled down. All waited silently from then on for "The Lost" to arrive...
"You're late." Came a voice from above, and David Gregory leaped down from somewhere above, his black fur gleaming in the morning light. Alan Sanders also came around the corner, with only a small pistol at his side. It was strange to see him out of his walker, but it was a risk he was willing to take, to see what the Teslos had in store for him technologywise one of the Earths best hackers and inventors has gotten bored with the slightly droll and unamazing Ramathian technology as of late. He moved to Kama first, extending a hand and smiling casually. Gregory stood off behind him, his heavy duty sniper rifle in his hands, and a blank look of his face. He didn't look very inviting, but for someone whose nickname was "The Blackest Shadow" you couldn't expect much "cheeriness". Sanders left his hand extended, still grinning casually, not seeming to notice Gregory's coldness in the background... "I'm sorry The Commander couldn't be here today, he had some urgent business to attend to in Swaraj. I hope I can serve as a successful diplomat, despite our last meetings, "problems"... You can lead the way..."
Kama, slightly taken aback from his abrupt appearance, took Sander's hand and shook it firmly. "Thank you sir, that is fine." The other Teslos nodded at once to show their approval. Kama then moved away from Sanders and towards the door to the hideout. He moved some rocks aside to reveal a keypad which he entered a code into. After dialing the code, Kama waited patiently for a few seconds before realizing that the door wasn't going to open. Kama growled at the door before motioning to Jahhar who sliced a verticle line down the left side of the door with the sun katana. Kama pried the door open, using that slit. When the door was open, all that could be seen was darkness. None of the lights were working... Jahhar walked past Kama into the hideout and moved towards the back. He flipped a switch labled: "Backup Power". After flipping the switch, most of the lights flickered on except for a few. Jahhar was surprised not to hear the voice of the computer confirm that the backup power had been enabled until he remembered that the computer AI had gone rogue... Sabata entered after Jahhar had turned on the lights. As he entered, he looked around. With the AI gone, there was no security, and something had clearly come through the hideout last night. Sabata glanced up at sparking wires that were sticking out of the ceiling, in places where turrets used to sit. All of the monitors but the main monitor were broken. Sabata felt broken glass under his feet. Most of the furniture was a mess. Any windows or mirrors were shattered... Jahhar noticed one thing when he turned on the lights. Someone had stolen the prototype droid. He shook his head and moved towards the only working computer terminal. He quickled logged in and accessed the cameras which viewed the main power generator which should be powering the hideout. When he looked through the cameras at the spot where the generator should be, it wasn't there. There was no crater or anything, the generator simply wasn't there. "This is impossible..." murmered Jahhar to himself. Kama walked up behind Jahhar to watch what he was doing, as did the other Teslos. A popup suddenly appeared indicating a new message. Jahhar clicked on it and it started to play, "I am here to finish what I started long ago. You will be put out of your misery soon...." "My, my, that was informal," chuckled Sabato. None of his silbings said anything. Jahhar accessed security records and tried to watch some security tapes. He couldn't access them. Someone had put a block on them. "Looks like we need Sanders...." said Kama. He waited and Jahhar backed away from the terminal for when Sander's came. OOC: make up what you want
Sanders took the hint and immediately sat down, tapping a few keys and hooking up a miniature handheld computer. After a few minutes of fiddling, the files were unlocked, leaving the security files sitting on the desktop. Sanders bowed again and stepped back, after hitting the files for the last 24 hours. Everything was quiet until the dusk hours, then the screen shook and debris flew everywhere as a massive explosion rattled the hideout. The lights all blacked out after yet another few moments of nothing, and then faint shadows could be seen shuffling around in the dark. Sanders scratched his chin and tapped a few keys, but the monitor suddenly imploded, the screen rippling and glass showering outwards. Sanders cursed as machinery began sparking and the lights began flickering randomly on and off. Gregory silently tapped him on the shoulder, motioning to the entryway. "We have company..." <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>Har Har, good enough?</td></tr></table>
OOC: works out splendidly BIC: Timaro quickly turned her head and saw something walking towards the group in front of the computer. It was the prototype that had been stolen. Yet, it seemed different. Kama, not wasting any time, quickly ran up to it and punched at it. The machine grabbed Kama's fist and threw him into the broken computer. "What the?" asked Timaro, "The machines we made weren't anywhere close to that strength." The machine kept moving and threw a piece of metal at the ceiling which caused it to collapse. This cause rubble to stack up and separate the Teslos and "The Lost". The Teslos barely had much room and they were crammed up against the computer terminal. They started working to move the rubble away and get back into the fight. The machine turned towards Sanders and Gregory and flashed a red beam up and down over him. "Targets identified. Alan Sanders and Gregory. Eliminate." The machine's hands turned into long metal spikes which it jutted towards Sanders.
Sanders ignored the spikes, which pierced right through his gut and out his back. After grunting slightly, as he could still feel the pain, only having completed the ritual last night, he disintigrated in a soray of molecules and reformed beside Jahhar, quickly dropping to one knee and unloading his pistols entire clip into the prototype's head. Gregory also joined the fray, spinning his rifle around and leaping forwards, before smashing the heavy butt into the robot's chest, kicking it back, and firing one of his heavy rifle rounds into where he had just hit it with the butt of his gun. "I advise us to get out into open ground! Then me and the lieutenant could use our elemental and molecular powers more freely without having the chance of the roof falling down on us. We can't let you die!" And without waiting for an order from Sanders, even though he WAS the senior officer, he bolted past the machine and slid out the door, igniting in shadows as he did. Sanders took the hint, and after reloading, he walked steadily forwards, every round slamming into the prototype's head. He continued reloading and moving forwards, grunting for some reason with every step. Most likely because his body was still alive... The wounds were still open and bleeding in his gut... "You heard Gregory! Lets take this outside!" And then he tackled the machien out the entrance into the light...
Kama gave his siblings a quick glance and they all shoved the rubble aside before dashing out. They all followed Gregory and stopped behind him. "I think this is just the tip of the iceberg...." murmered Auraron. The others gave him a curious glance. The, what was now a mangled pile of metal, was flung outside by Sanders. The pile of metal sparked for a while and then a small explosion occured, causing everyone to be shoved back from the pile of metal by a few feet. Then, a sound could be heard that sounded like the ocean crashing up against the seashore. Streams of metal shot into and around what was left of the machine and it grew back to the way it was before, standing back up on its legs. It slowly turned its head towards Sanders. It started hitting the two spikes, that were its arms, together. Sparks flew from the two spikes, and then the robot pointed the spikes at Sanders and started frying him with thousands of volts of electricity. It then charged up a huge ball of electricity and let it fly straight towards Sanders. "Timaro and I didn't program it to do that!" said Kama, amazed. "That doesn't mean it can't be reprogrammed," murmered Timaro. The machine pointed the two metal poles into the air, and out of no where, lightning struck down on it and the entire machine became charged with millions of volts of electricity. It lunged at Sanders to bear hug him and electrecute him to what it thought would bring his death.
Sanders grinned, feeling the electricity surge through his body. "Elemental of electricity stupid bot!" He shouted, and grunted. Immediately several billion more volts of blue electricity sparked into life from within the core of his host body itself, slowly deforming the body with the power as it worked it's way out of the flesh and bone. The air around them crackled and sparked as excess energy began building up, making Gregory flinch from where he stood, still coated in shadows, his element. "On the count of three I'm going to unleash everything I can into this robot! And I want you to get the hell out of here starting now!" And with that he began counting, each number he would pump up the electricity output even more. Gregory bolted for the nearest corner and crouched behind it, Wreathing himself in shadows to cover himself...
The Teslos glanced at each other and then quickly darted off behind some rocks which where quite a ways away from Sanders and the bot. Sabato poked his head up over the rocks just enough to get a peek at what was going on. Sabata pulled him down. "Don't be a fool..." "What?" asked Sabato, a bit annoyed. Suddenly, the robot emitted 3 bright bursts of light which temporarily made it impossible to see anything. After it was finished, it stood where it was before, indiferent. Kama looked around, something wasn't right. It didn't emit that light for nothing. "Pitiful mortal..." chimed the metallic voice of the robot. It started to slowly walk towards Sanders, not caring that Sanders was charging up for a large attack of some sort.
Sanders continued grinning, electricity building at an alarming rate within his body. His white fur stood on end, and his pupiless eyes seemed to coax the robot closer. "I'm no mortal..." Sander commented, and as the robot got close enough, Sanders raised his hands, clasped his palms together, and smashed a hammerfist into the robots head, powered by several hundred billion volts of power. Sanders himself was amazed he could control this much voltage at once, but control it he did, just before he sent every last drop of electrical energy from his host body into the robots head. After delivering the blow, which caused the surrounding air to distort and warp in ripples of yellow and blue, hiding everything from view, Sanders leaped back, totally free of energy, and landed several yards back from the twisting mass of electrified air, which acted like a miniature stormcloud, sending small lightning strikes into the surrounding area. Gregory quickly jogged over, wreathed Sanders, who knelt panting, in shadow, and escorted him off to the corner. "I don't think that quite got it..." Sanders gasped as his spirit began to warp and twist, gray and white haze appearing around his host as it died...
The figure of the robot collapsed and sparked. Kama chuckled, "I think you got it Sanders." He moved over towards Sanders, the rest of the Teslos following him. Even though Sander's body decayed, he was sure that Sanders would still live, he had fought "The Lost" core team before. Suddenly, the same robot that Sanders thought he killed dopped from the sky and landed in front of Kama. It front kicked Kama and sent him flying into a rock. "Ever heard of holograms?" laughed the robot at the pitiful attempt of Sanders to destroy it. It all made sense now, as Kama realized, as to why the robot had made 3 flashes of blinding light. Sanders had exhausted himself on nothing. Sabato ran towards the robot and slashed at it with his bladed arm. The robot caught the blade between the palms of its hands and font kicked Sabato in the jaw before letting go of the blade to punch Sabato and then quickly throw a knife at Kama, who barely rolled out of the way in time. Sabato was dazed and stumbled back from the attack. Sabata, during all of this, had snuck up behind the robot and now quickly jumped on its back and started removing plates from its head so he could get to its wiring and ruin it. The robot spun 360 degrees very quickly and cause Sabata to be thrown off into a rock. "I was programmed to be unbeatable, I am the perfect fighting machine," spoke the robot. It reengaged Sabato and picked him up by the throat. Jahhar quickly moved in and sliced off the robot's hand with the sun katana. Sabato fell to the ground and the robot pointed its handless arm at Jahhar which had now become a vulcan gun. Jahhar fired a burst of energy at the robot and metled its vulcan. Jahhar barely had time move back as a sword appeared in the robot's hand and it slashed at Jahhar. "Where is he getting these weapons?" asked Jahhar aloud. Timaro stood back and threw 4 shurikens while Auraron moved closer to the machine. Jahhar slashed down at the robot and the robot blocked Jahhar's katana with its sword and blocked the shurikens with the forearm of its handless arm. The robot suddenly sucked up its missing hand from the ground and punched Jahhar in the jaw, which caught Jahhar off guard. It threw its sword at Timaro who moved, just in time to avoid the sword. Auraron pressed down a barrier of air on teh machine and forced it to freeze in place. The robot inched around, but couldn't move. Auraron walked up to it and punched it in the side of its face, making a dent, and causing the robot to spin and hit the ground. Auraron attempted to axe kick the robot's neck while it was on the ground, but the robot rolled into Auraron. Auraron jumped over the robot, which quickly sprang up after it had finished rolling. The robot quickly ran over to Sabato and picked him up, throwing him into Sabata. The robot threw a capsule at the two twins. The capsule sucked up the dragons and shrank them down to size so they would fit inside of the capsule. The robot snatched up the capsule and dialed a number into it which caused it to teleport away. Jahhar and Timaro were running at the robot which quickly turned towards them right before they got to it and punched them both. Timaro staggered back, but not Jahhar. "The gemini are safe with my master..." spoke the robot, "Soon you shall join them." "Gregory, get over here fast!" shouted Timaro.
Gregory nodded, but besides the nod, didn't show any initial reaction. He DID however, raise his rifle and fire one round into the robot. It was no ordinary round either. It a sudden, unexpected move, the round split open in midair, 4 claws flipping out of the head of the sniper round and a central spike extending. The round slammed directly into the robot's chest. It seemingly did nothing, but that wasn't the point anyways. While everyone was focusing on the round, Gregory had dashed forwards, extended a hidden wrist blade strapped to his forearm, much like Prototype X-7's, wreathed it in shadow, and brought it up to slice the robot up the middle. A fine line appeared, including along the previously fired claw round. Gregory smirked, but not because of the direct slash. He was smirking because inside the claw round, a very potent chemical had just been activated with his swipe, that he had chosen to not activate. After delivering a kick to the already damaged robot, he leaped back, and the claw round exploded, showering the prototype and the surrounding street with a purple chemical that immediately began to burn and melt the metal and asphalt down to nothing. "Pure Shadow, Pure Darkness, The absence of light can be drawn together with enough force and turned from a lack of energy into an incredibly potent anti matter. This anti matter feeds on all energy and matter nearby, drawing into nothingness. The anti matter remains for up to eight hours, then it dissapates." Gregory seemed satisfied with this explanation, as he watched the chest of the robot start to flake off like cheap paper mache'... Sanders remained panting on the corner...
The machine looked down at the purple chemicals. It looked around as its vision steadily became worse. It staggered into the Teslo's hideout. The Teslos couldn't imagine what it was trying to do. It was clearly going to die now. Or so they thought. By the time the machine reached the inside of the base, its legs were bending over on themselves. Jahhar followed behind the machine, but not closely. He watched as the machine grabbed a wire and a blue pulse suddenly shot from the machine's fingers into the wire. "NO!" shouted Jahhar, "The AI is getting away!" Jahhar didn't want to get near the chemicals, so he tried to blast down the wires. He fired a blue pulse of energy at the wires, but by the time he had reacted, the AI was long gone, hidden in the wiring system, making its way into the internet to go back to its master. Jahhar stood and watched as the rest of the metal body boiled down into a pile of metallic gooze. Kama had gotten up and was behind Jahhar. "We'll get it next time, and now we know what to expect. We can't expect to win a fight against that thing in our current condition though. Timaro and I are going to visit an old friend and master some fighting styles. Auraron and you should find a place to train." "We don't have time to train, this is a time to fight." "If we fight in our present state, we'll lose." "Shouldn't Auraron and I go with you two?" "He only trains friends, sorry Jahhar... Expect us back in a week. Then we'll finish taking care of this problem. Keep your eyes peeled, if you find that AI, Sabata, or Sabato, give us a call. If you don't train while we are gone, at least do research and try to find out more about this dragon who is trying to kill us." Kama walked away and left Jahhar there. Jahhar nodded. "At least we have "The Lost" helping us." spoke Jahhar towards Kama. Kama smiled even though Jahhar couldn't see it. Jahhar walked over to Sanders and Gregory. "What should we do now? We have already lost the Teslo twins..." he glanced over at Auraron who was sitting on a rock that was used in the battle.
Gregory stood silently off to the side, a grim expression of contentment plastered on his muzzle. Sanders hoisted himself to his feet, the gray white haze having dissappeared after his body died. "We have to act fast, because if that thing can transfer it's A.I. through simple wires, it can most certainly infect other, larger, more powerful machines, things that won't melt so fast... Imagine if that thing got hold of an MK-20, Or a Hulk... Even my walker is in danger here..." He grunted and strode briskly into the hideout, sitting down at the broken terminal. After retrieving his small handheld computer, which lay cracked on the ground, he hooked it up again, and searched through the files one final time, downloaded everything he could, and shut it down. "I need to get to my walker, I'm not like Gregory or the other members, I'm not very hands on, even with my powers... That shock took alot out of me, my soul needs to recharge..." Then he walked out and dissappeared down an alleyway, after a brisk mental conversation with Gregory... Gregory turned to Jahhar, and after saluting smartly, he relaxed. "I'm under orders to stay with you, and help you in any way I can, at my own discretion. Sanders has gone to retrieve his walker and report to Commander Revol. He will follow his end of this investigation alone. If you need his expertise with robotics, Earth technology, or technology of any kind, for that matter, you can tell me, I shall ask him through the mental link."
Jahhar slowly nodded. "Thank you very much Gregory. Understand, though, that Timaro and Kama are going to train under the instruction of an old friend. They've decided that they must become stronger to face our real foe if this is how strong our enemy's minions are. I would go with them, but their friend only trains people he knows... I suppose though, that we can at least look into who our mystery foe could be." He walked over to Auraron. "Coming with Gregory and I?" "I have some stones to overturn." replied Auraron, as he got up from his sitting position. "Maybe Gregory and I should join you?" Answered Jahhar, somewhat excited. "I have already decided to work alone and I don't think you would be of any help anyways." replied Auraron, with little emotion in his speech. Jahhar looked sadly at the ground. Auraron didn't want to dash his hopes so added, "Maybe you should research some of the Teslo's old enemies. Its a place to start." "Yea... Good idea, thanks." replied Jahhar, excitedly, looking back up. Auraron didn't say anything else as he turned to leave. Jahhar put on a more formal face as he turned towards Gregory. "Let's go into the main database of our computer and learn what we can about foes the Teslos have had. Its possible one of them seeks revenge in some way..." Jahhar moved back into the hideout. There wasn't very much left of it. Jahhar moved into the storage closet of the hideout and pulled out some energy cells. He entered the electronics room and inserted the cells into the main hardrive. Jahhar managed to look around the hideout and salvage some usable equipment for the computer. Once it was all connected, he began searching into the history of the Teslos... After a long search, Jahhar hadn't found anything useful. Most of the Teslo's old enemies had been killed long ago. Apparently, the Teslo family kept up with their enemies and took care of them. Jahhar chuckled to himself as he deleted the recent entry of "The Lost" as one of the Teslo's enemies. No longer an enemy really... Jahhar suddenly refocused his attention on the last entry. One he had avoided, maybe he was hoping he would find a link before he had to view this... chilling... entry... the cursed entry as Kama called it. Jahhar opened it up and heard a gust of wind when he did so. He had never looked into it before, it was forbidden to do so. Kama was too superstious sometimes... When Jahhar layed his eyes on the file, he was surprised to see nothing but a white screen. Not even the familiar keyword "unkown". Jahhar looked at the screen to see if there was any fine print he couldn't see. He only saw one tiny black dot. The dot looked like it was coming closer to Jahhar, even though it was just enlarging slighty. In one second, it suddenly grew and filled up the screen before shattering the screen into millions of fine glass pieces which turned black and melted onto the ground. Jahhar sat paralyzed in front of the screenless monitor trembling, sweat dipping down his face. The dot had grown into a face, a face Jahhar couldn't describe with words. Kama was right, the file was cursed....
Gregory stood silent, totally unafraid of the "cursed" file. "Cursed... Pah... It's not cursed... You just don't understand it yet. There are many afraid of the shadow, just because they are unsure of it. As deadly as I can be, I am not as scary as some might believe, but you never heard this from me." He holstered his heavy duty rifle on his back, and stepped back, crossing his arms. He began staring at the face intently, the shadow building up around his body, almost as if in anticipation... [OOC]Sorry, bit brain dead, and I didn't know where you wanted this to go from here.
Jahhar turned off the computer and looked towards Gregory. "Well... whatever the case is, we need to find out more about this dragon who is strong enough to 'curse' a profile of himself. The trouble is... the string seems to end at the profile. I'm not sure where else we can search to find more about this dragon." Jahhar looked at the broken computer monitor which wasn't broken anymore as it had somehow put itself back together. Jahhar turned the computer back on and reopened the file. This time claws appeared from the white screen and swiped at the screen to shatter it. Jahhar observed the blank monitor and reached his hand through it. He felt a cold wind blowing on the other side of the monitor, strangely enough. Jahhar moved his hand inside of the monitor but couldn't feel the back of it no matter how deep he put his hand. He moved his head inside of the monitor and looked around. He was surprised to see a dark long hallway. The monitor had become a pathway into a new dimension... As Jahhar moved his body into the monitor, it became smaller until he got to the other side. He turned slowly to look through the hole and saw Gregory standing in the hideout. Jahhar had grown back to normal size after moving through the monitor. He looked down the hallway. The hallway was really a long pathway jutting out of the side of a cliff. On the sides and off into the distance, Jahhar could see planets and solar systems, entire galaxies. It was a sight to behold. Jahhar looked off of the side of the cliff. It was an endless abyss... "Gregory, it seems that this isn't a file but a key into another dimension... Where did it come from though?..." Jahhar stood and waited for Gregory. What madness had Jahhar gotten himself into?...
Gregory nodded, and in a scatter of shadow and blackish white energy, he was standing beside Jahhar, his head looking around intently. "Not as strange as some places I've been, but it's bordering on insane. Nod oubt there will be something in here just waiting to attack us. Watch yourself. Should I take point?" He grabbed his heavy duty sniper rifle, and aimed the laser sight at his surroundings, the red light seemed to dissappear when it got more than a few feet away, and it just flew on faintly forever when he aimed it towards the universes and abyss. "Thats... nothing... Where part of my soul resides... I think this has something to do with the rapine, judging by the abyss... I don't trust this place..." He put away his rifle, knowing in a place like this it would be useless anyways, and charged his hand with shadow. "Well my powers still work, although If theres no matter or energy to manipulate I won't be able to do much else besides use the power of shadow... Do you have any plans Jahhar? Shall we call for assistance?"
Jahhar looked across the skies. "No, there shouldn't be anything here. This is a profile made into reality, made into a new dimension. I'm not sure if Rapine has anything to do with it. I wonder why the profile was edited into this though..." Jahhar looked across the fascinating skies once more. "Let's stick together and walk down this pathway. We'll see what lies across it." Jahhar stepped onto the pathway and started walking down the long road. He looked left and right and saw a strange, cloaked figure in different senarios throughout the walk. The first few senarios were straightfoward. The cloaked figure was apparently in a gang. He went about stealing things, doing some illigal things. As Jahhar progressed through the hallway, he saw more scenarios with the cloaked dragon. This time the dragon had apparently become an assassin. Jahhar kept watching the scenarios while he walked. The dragon became more violent and evil. Soon, Jahhar watched as the dragon stopped killing for money and started killing for sport, massacring crowds of people for no apparent reason. Soon, a scenario appeared which showed a gathering of dragons. Apparrently making plans to kill the relentless dragon. Of the 13 dragons gathered, Jahhar recognized two of them. He recognized them from pictures his siblings had showed him. They were his parents. The thirteen dragons set off during sunset. They were hunting in an abandoned city for the cloaked dragon. The 13 were ambushed during their search. 5 of them, not including Jahhar's parents, were killed before the cloaked dragon fled. The remaining 8 dragons split up into 4 groups to find the cloaked dragon. Jahhar's parents were fortunate enough to find the cloaked dragon. They found him just in time to watch the death of their remaining teamates. Jahhar's parents fought the cloaked figure. Jahhar had reached the end of the pathway now and was standing at the end of it watching. The cloaked dragon eventually impaled Jahhar's mother with a temporary made shadow sword. Jahhar watched in awe as his father lunged at the cloaked figure. The two of them fought until they reached the edge of a cliff. Jahhar's father shoved the cloaked dragon off of the cliff. The cloaked dragon fired a burst of dark energy at Jahhar's father. The attack caused Jahhar's father to fall over dead. The last thing Jahhar saw before the image dissapeared was the cloaked dragon pulling out a small knife and slashing underneath himself. Strangely enough, Jahhar didn't get to see the dragon fall and die. The image had turned off before Jahhar had seen anymore. Although, Jahhar's thoughts were more focused on his parents death. He gritted his teeth and balled a hand into a fist. Now he knew how they had died... A tear rolled down his cheek which he wiped off before letting out a sigh. "This information was useful... but this monster died from his fall off of the cliff. No one could have survived that fall... Let's get going Gregory..." spoke Jahhar in a saddened tone.
Gregory stalled, silently furious at the cloaked 'dragon. "He dares to use the dark and shadow like that... It's still alive, and I am going to kill him..." Gregory exploded in shadow, and began jogging farther down the path, growling in rage. It was rare to see him, The Blackest Shadow, so loud and angry, for he usually kept to himself, stood as the quiet assassin. Now he was charging down a pathway inside a technological dimension, flaming in shadow... "Jahhar, come on! We're going to find this 'dragon, and I'm going to send them into the nothing!"
