Whoops, on that last part I made a mistake with the BBcode or whatever y'call that. . .

Anyway, I forgot to write last night, so I have to make it up quick



Chapter Fifteen- cont'd



A fleet of heavily shielded, well armed Protecter-class fighters sped towards Omega. He targeted one of the leaders, and promptly recieved a warning that a missile was locked on. Cursing under his breath in several different languages, Omega targeted the torpedo and blew it up. Another torpedo from the following ships arrowed towards him, and he easily avoided it. The missile crashed into the Star Destroyer behind him, and took out several shields. Omega grinned and armed his heat-seekers while contacting the Assassin.

"Jendara 245 to Assassin, do you read," he said, and was rewarded by a small grey rabbit on the visuals.

"Roger, 245," she said, and then paused for a second. Then, "you are Omega?"

"Yes, is Wild Angel there?" The rabbit smiled slightly.

"Yeah, I'll go get her. Hang on. . ." She disappeared, and a moment later Wild Angel was on the screen.

"Omega, we were wondering where you went! (The five w's ) Did you really get yourself a ship?"

"Yep. Uh, I can't talk much right now, I got a bunch of enemies here and I'm kind of fighting them, y'know? Just tell. . . Copper, right? and her friend Claw to get on with it."

"Right. You kill those guys and we'll go help Copper, just tell us where the command room is."



At that moment, Copper was glowering at a very innocent looking Claw and berating him.

"You've gotten lost, haven't you? Why did I just know this was going to happen?" His gaze didn't waver, and, through an amazing feat of control, he didn't even smile as he said, "Copper, if you're not quieter you'll alert Kroys and those guards he's got with him in the next room." With a slight smile, he added, "and pick your jaw off the floor. You don't know how many times turtles have walked over it with dirty shoes."



Kroys winced as his headache sent lances of pain through his head. Why did he feel like this had happened before?. . . As he broodingly stared out at the stars, dreaming his dreams of conquest and death, he once more felt detatched from himself.

He was in that place where he'd met Wild Angel and Ducky again. This time as well Wild Angel and her friend were there, but so was a tall black rabbit that he distantly recognized.

"I don't believe you've met my friend and fellow telepath, Shinyso," Angel said, with a honey-sweet smile that was filled with menace. "You'll have to fight him too next time."

Kroys glared at her, but he was too distracted to try and see if Claw had been wrong about no one being killed.

"You filthy rodent," he spat, and Shinyso gave a slight grin that boded danger and death for anyone who was the recipient of it.

"I believe you mean, "rabbit," Belaine," he said in a voice that was just above a whisper. Kroys, if he had been a less powerful magician, would have paled.

"How do you know that name?" he hissed, and his dark-furred enemy merely smiled that dangerous smile again.

"I have my ways," was the reply, and the evil wizard shook with barely-controlled rage. Shinyso lazily watched him, looking bored and relaxed. As though nothing was happening.

"What have you come here for? he rasped, and Ducky looked uncertainly at Angel.

"Our mission is unfulfilled, Kroys," she said simply, and he narrowed his eyes.

"You have yet another enemy," Ducky remarked, and he turned his smoldering gaze to her. How he wanted to lash out and destroy the three where they stood! Yet the very atmosphere prevented his working death-magics.

"In fact, several," she continued. "One might be known to you; Omega?"

"I have never heard that name in my life," he sneered, and Wild Angel took over once more.

"I believe you know him as Commander Flairang." Kroys stiffened. He had been certain that the Commander was completely loyal, and voiced it. Shinyso laughed quietly.

"I was sure of it," he insisted, and the black rabbit smiled mockingly.

"You doubt yourself?" Kroys realized his mistake. The "was sure" implied that he wasn't anymore. . .

"Also the squirrel Phoebe and the Firenzev Zanzibar," Ducky added, and his eyes narrowed. He reached in, and retrieved a shred of power. Shaping it into a deadly spell, he bent it to his will and added to it.

"They are nothing," he spat contemptuously, and loosened his hold on the magic. It seeped out, into the very air of the place, and he tried to buy time. But it was too late, for already that annoyance Claw was there, turning his burning gaze to the trio, who returned his look. Kroys got the irritating feeling that they were talking privately. Then Angel nodded and placed a paw on Ducky. The two vanished, and Shinyso was the only one remaining besides himself and Claw. Then Shinyso too nodded once, and with a gesture he was gone as well.

Once more Kroys was with Claw in this strange place. Last time Claw had given him a warning, but now he seemed content to say one thing.

"I will be quite relieved when you are dead," he said, his glowing scarlet eyes piercing even Kroys' headache. Then he was alone.



Grath and Kazooie were the second group to arrive back at the Assassin. Twenty minutes after Shinyso and Ducky's return, they clambered up the ramp, still arguing. This time it was something practical; how many troopers in that squad that had passed them. Finally they settled on twenty-five.

"Say, Wildie, you look grey," Grath commented. She smiled wanly.

"I'll be alright, don't worry. Can you find Copper and Claw with that staff of yours?"

"I don't think so. I need to have been there first." Shinyso scowled.

"I've been there. Can you take a description of the place, or one that's mind-to-mind?" All Grath did was nod.



Omega swung his sleek little Darkspray around swiftly and fired three heat-seekers in a row. Then he quickly switched to torpedoes and began wreaking havoc.

A spectacular explosion behind him proved that one of the heat-seekers had found its mark, and another to his right added its brilliance to the first. Laughing, he wheeled and took out another ship's shields, leaving the rest to the heat-seeker that remained. Quick as light, he was firing at another fighter who had thought to get behind him. As that one went down, he plunged forwards into the main body of Protectors, spinning and firing as they scattered.



Devan was too occupied with avoiding the wreckage to really take notice in the spectacular fight behind him. Getting away was his only thought, and in his opinion he was quite an experienced pilot now, despite his many near-misses. He wanted as far away from that Copper and her friends as he could get, and even further away from Kroys and his twisted dreams of victory. Throttling up, he barely swerved in time to miss a piece of junk before he disappeared in the distance.



That's the end of Devan, so far. . . y'won't hear about him until the very end.