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“Gah!! Hah… Hah…” Aaron quickly sits upright, his stomach in pain and his body aching. “Where!?”
“Safe.” Says a augmented voice.
Aaron quickly turns to see a black and yellow figure. A letter ‘A’ glowing on its chest piece and a helmet obscuring its face. “Who—”
“Am I?” the figure chuckles. “Who I am is redundant, seeing as I am wearing a mask to cover my identity.”
Aaron groans and tries to sit up before the figure forces him back down. “ What the hell!? I gotta get going!!”
The figure pushes lightly on the dragon’s stomach and he shouts in pain. “That… Is why you stay here. I have a friend who can help your… ‘Condition…’”
Sure enough, the door opens as another masked figure, this time in a white lab coat, walks over. “Hmm? Artist? You did not say my patient would be the famed Gilded Hyperion of the Shock Trooper Special Operations… He has quite the bounty on his head when it comes to some of my… Other… Patients…” the masked figure says.
Artist looks back at Aaron. “I am making a deal with you, Doctor… Do not disappoint me…” Artist nods toward her waist, two springers dangling from her belt.
Gulping, the doctor quickly sets to work, a halo glowing above his head. “Hmm… the damage isn’t too extensive… Okay.”
“Huh? AHHGGGGGHHHH!!!” Aaron twists and turns uncomfortably as his wound begins to seal.
“Done… Now… About my payment…” Doctor stands and looks at Artist. “You know how… ‘Picky…’ I can be with women…”
Saying nothing, the Artist pushes the doctor back out the door. “There will be an adequate woman waiting for you near Outpost 8 in Talocan.”
“THIS IS NOT WHAT WE AGR—” Artist quickly slams the door on Doc and turns back to Aaron, throwing him a familiar looking rifle and a duffel bag with his uniform. “Get dressed. We have work, Hyperion.”
Aaron catches the rifle and looks it over. His eyes widen as he notices the various modifications to the gun. “Point-Split barrel, Doughnut-Crosshair mix with increments of five mils, and the ammunition… Hollow-points filled with Diony seed poison…? I know this gun!!”
“You should…” The Artist takes of her helmet and lets her hair down as she turns. “It’s your brother’s…”
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Aaron and Ran, cloaked in simple hooded robes, make their way through the throngs of Harvest Festival goers. “For the last time, girl. I’m not fired.”
“You have been ‘laid off,’ Hyperion… For good reason, they know you’ve been helping me.” Ran turns to a wall to avoid detection from a group of shock troopers passing by. After they disappear into the crowd, Ran leads Aaron into her apartment and quickly locks the door.
“Then where’s your—” A file hits his snout and falls to the floor, spilling papers all over the entryway.
“Proof.” Ran walks upstairs and picks up her datapad off her bedside table. Pulling up the contacts, she dials a number and waits.
Aaron walks up the stairs and notices Kiaran’s door slightly open. He walks in and finds his twin’s weapon locker.
“Yes… Yeah. No, meet us by your old hideout… Yes… Ki’s old place… Okay. Bring your stuff. Bye…” Hanging up, she walks back out to see Aaron walking out of Ki’s room. “And what… Do you think you were doing in there?”
The dragon sighs and holds up two belts of throwing knives. “I might be Kiaran’s twin brother… However, it does not mean I also like rifles… I prefer blades, strung, and other pre-springer weapons…” He strings up the belts around his waist and takes a deep breath. Letting his halo glow, he quickly manifests a decently constructed katana.
“Faster than Kiaran…” Ran thinks as Aaron jumps through sword after sword. Katanas, scimitars, rapiers, short swords, long swords. Before letting his halo dissipate. “Are you done?”
“Yes. Where are we off to?” Aaron sighs. “I also happen to be quite hungry.”
The pair walk downstairs and Ran points at the still dented fridge. “There’s food in the fridge you stabbed…”
The dragon walks over to it and struggles it open with a grunt. “Umm… I’ll pay for that…”
Ran ignores him and walks out the door. “Hurry it up, Hyperion. We have two people we still need to meet up with…”
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“Ma-arx!!” A black dreamkeeper with a red stripe from her snout up her forehead and all the way through her tail pokes her brother, a light gray dreamkeeper with a turquoise stripe similar to her sister’s. “Where’s Miss Ran!?”
Marx sighs and ignores his sister’s incessant poking. Flicking his lightning shaped ears, he closes his eyes. “She’ll be here… Don’t worry about it.”
“BUT I’M BORRRRREEEEEEEDDDDDDDDUUUUUHHHHHHH…” Klara groans and lies down on the ground, looking at the sky.
Marx sits on a low wall nearby and looks down at his sister. “She said Mr—”
Klara’s suddenly up in Marx’s face and he almost falls backward off the wall. “MR. KIARAN’S COMING!?!?!? YAY YAY YAY YAY YAY!!!” The fox starts dancing around, her zip-up hoodie flapping in the frenzy.
Suddenly, Ran walks out of the service entrance to the roof that Klara and Marx are on. “Good to see you two again.” She smiles as she walks toward them. Klara immediately stops dancing and running hug-tackles the armored cat.
“MS. RAN!!!” She buries her face in Ran’s neck. “I MISSED YOU!!”
Marx stands up and waves. “Hello, Ms. Ran.”
Ran smiles at the twins and beacons for Aaron to walk out of the service entrance. “You’re looking well, Marx.”
As she walks over to brief the wolf on the mission ahead, Aaron walks out of the dark entrance. “Umm… Ran? Who are these deli—GAHH!!!”
Ran and Marx turn in time to see Aaron get tackled to the ground by Klara, her tail wagging vigorously. “MRKIARANMRKIARANMRKIARAN!!!!”
Ran chuckles as Aaron struggles to get back up. Turning back to Marx she sighs.
“It would seem that Mr. Kiaran has gotten himself into quite the predicament, Ms. Ran…” Marx says. “I would assume he’s already making his move against his adversaries, knowing how he is with these kinds of things…”
Ran nods. “I have been getting reports about that… It was on the news as well… He’s moving with some old friends of his.”
Marx sits back on the low wall and puts a hand on his chin. “Hmm… I would suggest going to him straight from the bat… But from what you’ve told me thus far, doing so would only be a distraction… To the both of you…”
Ran flinches but covers it up by coughing. “So what do you plan we do?”
The wolf swishes his tail and opens a nearby toolbox, pulling out a small JAC-13 SMG and a Type-36S H-PWB Cannon with a strange fuel tank on it. “Klara! Enough messing with Mr. Aaron, we have to go find Mr. Kiaran now.”
Klara quickly gets off of Aaron and runs toward Ran and Marx, hiding behind Ran. “Th-Th-That’s not M-Mr. Kiaran!?”
Aaron stands as Marx hands Klara her modified Type-36S. “No, fool. I am Kiaran’s older twin brother.”
Marx nods and rubs Klara’s back to comfort her. “And he’s gonna help us save Mr. Kiaran.”
Ran smiles at the two and hands them two pairs of goggles. “Here, kids. Put these on. They’ll keep our identities secret… Like… Like superheroes.”
Klara and Marx put on the goggles, the lenses glowing faintly in the color of their eyes. “Cool…” They say in tandem.
Ran looks out over the city and Aaron walks over to her. “He’s currently inbound to Calypsa. My guess, he’s going for Isura. Jacov must have already alerted him to his part in all of this.”
The cat nods, putting her helmet back on. “Then let’s go find us a Puppetmaster…”

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“Gah!! Hah… Hah…” Aaron quickly sits upright, his stomach in pain and his body aching. “Where!?”
“Safe.” Says a augmented voice.
Aaron quickly turns to see a black and yellow figure. A letter ‘A’ glowing on its chest piece and a helmet obscuring its face. “Who—”
“Am I?” the figure chuckles. “Who I am is redundant, seeing as I am wearing a mask to cover my identity.”
Aaron groans and tries to sit up before the figure forces him back down. “ What the hell!? I gotta get going!!”
The figure pushes lightly on the dragon’s stomach and he shouts in pain. “That… Is why you stay here. I have a friend who can help your… ‘Condition…’”
Sure enough, the door opens as another masked figure, this time in a white lab coat, walks over. “Hmm? Artist? You did not say my patient would be the famed Gilded Hyperion of the Shock Trooper Special Operations… He has quite the bounty on his head when it comes to some of my… Other… Patients…” the masked figure says.
Artist looks back at Aaron. “I am making a deal with you, Doctor… Do not disappoint me…” Artist nods toward her waist, two springers dangling from her belt.
Gulping, the doctor quickly sets to work, a halo glowing above his head. “Hmm… the damage isn’t too extensive… Okay.”
“Huh? AHHGGGGGHHHH!!!” Aaron twists and turns uncomfortably as his wound begins to seal.
“Done… Now… About my payment…” Doctor stands and looks at Artist. “You know how… ‘Picky…’ I can be with women…”
Saying nothing, the Artist pushes the doctor back out the door. “There will be an adequate woman waiting for you near Outpost 8 in Talocan.”
“THIS IS NOT WHAT WE AGR—” Artist quickly slams the door on Doc and turns back to Aaron, throwing him a familiar looking rifle and a duffel bag with his uniform. “Get dressed. We have work, Hyperion.”
Aaron catches the rifle and looks it over. His eyes widen as he notices the various modifications to the gun. “Point-Split barrel, Doughnut-Crosshair mix with increments of five mils, and the ammunition… Hollow-points filled with Diony seed poison…? I know this gun!!”
“You should…” The Artist takes of her helmet and lets her hair down as she turns. “It’s your brother’s…”
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Aaron and Ran, cloaked in simple hooded robes, make their way through the throngs of Harvest Festival goers. “For the last time, girl. I’m not fired.”
“You have been ‘laid off,’ Hyperion… For good reason, they know you’ve been helping me.” Ran turns to a wall to avoid detection from a group of shock troopers passing by. After they disappear into the crowd, Ran leads Aaron into her apartment and quickly locks the door.
“Then where’s your—” A file hits his snout and falls to the floor, spilling papers all over the entryway.
“Proof.” Ran walks upstairs and picks up her datapad off her bedside table. Pulling up the contacts, she dials a number and waits.
Aaron walks up the stairs and notices Kiaran’s door slightly open. He walks in and finds his twin’s weapon locker.
“Yes… Yeah. No, meet us by your old hideout… Yes… Ki’s old place… Okay. Bring your stuff. Bye…” Hanging up, she walks back out to see Aaron walking out of Ki’s room. “And what… Do you think you were doing in there?”
The dragon sighs and holds up two belts of throwing knives. “I might be Kiaran’s twin brother… However, it does not mean I also like rifles… I prefer blades, strung, and other pre-springer weapons…” He strings up the belts around his waist and takes a deep breath. Letting his halo glow, he quickly manifests a decently constructed katana.
“Faster than Kiaran…” Ran thinks as Aaron jumps through sword after sword. Katanas, scimitars, rapiers, short swords, long swords. Before letting his halo dissipate. “Are you done?”
“Yes. Where are we off to?” Aaron sighs. “I also happen to be quite hungry.”
The pair walk downstairs and Ran points at the still dented fridge. “There’s food in the fridge you stabbed…”
The dragon walks over to it and struggles it open with a grunt. “Umm… I’ll pay for that…”
Ran ignores him and walks out the door. “Hurry it up, Hyperion. We have two people we still need to meet up with…”
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“Ma-arx!!” A black dreamkeeper with a red stripe from her snout up her forehead and all the way through her tail pokes her brother, a light gray dreamkeeper with a turquoise stripe similar to her sister’s. “Where’s Miss Ran!?”
Marx sighs and ignores his sister’s incessant poking. Flicking his lightning shaped ears, he closes his eyes. “She’ll be here… Don’t worry about it.”
“BUT I’M BORRRRREEEEEEEDDDDDDDDUUUUUHHHHHHH…” Klara groans and lies down on the ground, looking at the sky.
Marx sits on a low wall nearby and looks down at his sister. “She said Mr—”
Klara’s suddenly up in Marx’s face and he almost falls backward off the wall. “MR. KIARAN’S COMING!?!?!? YAY YAY YAY YAY YAY!!!” The fox starts dancing around, her zip-up hoodie flapping in the frenzy.
Suddenly, Ran walks out of the service entrance to the roof that Klara and Marx are on. “Good to see you two again.” She smiles as she walks toward them. Klara immediately stops dancing and running hug-tackles the armored cat.
“MS. RAN!!!” She buries her face in Ran’s neck. “I MISSED YOU!!”
Marx stands up and waves. “Hello, Ms. Ran.”
Ran smiles at the twins and beacons for Aaron to walk out of the service entrance. “You’re looking well, Marx.”
As she walks over to brief the wolf on the mission ahead, Aaron walks out of the dark entrance. “Umm… Ran? Who are these deli—GAHH!!!”
Ran and Marx turn in time to see Aaron get tackled to the ground by Klara, her tail wagging vigorously. “MRKIARANMRKIARANMRKIARAN!!!!”
Ran chuckles as Aaron struggles to get back up. Turning back to Marx she sighs.
“It would seem that Mr. Kiaran has gotten himself into quite the predicament, Ms. Ran…” Marx says. “I would assume he’s already making his move against his adversaries, knowing how he is with these kinds of things…”
Ran nods. “I have been getting reports about that… It was on the news as well… He’s moving with some old friends of his.”
Marx sits back on the low wall and puts a hand on his chin. “Hmm… I would suggest going to him straight from the bat… But from what you’ve told me thus far, doing so would only be a distraction… To the both of you…”
Ran flinches but covers it up by coughing. “So what do you plan we do?”
The wolf swishes his tail and opens a nearby toolbox, pulling out a small JAC-13 SMG and a Type-36S H-PWB Cannon with a strange fuel tank on it. “Klara! Enough messing with Mr. Aaron, we have to go find Mr. Kiaran now.”
Klara quickly gets off of Aaron and runs toward Ran and Marx, hiding behind Ran. “Th-Th-That’s not M-Mr. Kiaran!?”
Aaron stands as Marx hands Klara her modified Type-36S. “No, fool. I am Kiaran’s older twin brother.”
Marx nods and rubs Klara’s back to comfort her. “And he’s gonna help us save Mr. Kiaran.”
Ran smiles at the two and hands them two pairs of goggles. “Here, kids. Put these on. They’ll keep our identities secret… Like… Like superheroes.”
Klara and Marx put on the goggles, the lenses glowing faintly in the color of their eyes. “Cool…” They say in tandem.
Ran looks out over the city and Aaron walks over to her. “He’s currently inbound to Calypsa. My guess, he’s going for Isura. Jacov must have already alerted him to his part in all of this.”
The cat nods, putting her helmet back on. “Then let’s go find us a Puppetmaster…”