Regulus looks at the performance. He was glad everyone was enjoying themselves. The dancing continues, they adapting well to every note and tune the musicians played. Clearly they had practiced a long time.
Ranna listens carefully. Rebellion? Her dancing didn't suffer the distraction but she began to try and memorize keywords that the dragons spoke of. This could help Caroline and her clan be safe.
Regulus looks at the performance. He was glad everyone was enjoying themselves. The dancing continues, they adapting well to every note and tune the musicians played. Clearly they had practiced a long time.
Ranna listens carefully. Rebellion? Her dancing didn't suffer the distraction but she began to try and memorize keywords that the dragons spoke of. This could help Caroline and her clan be safe.
The conversation kept going on in the stands, talking about mechanical dragons and fights and the possibility of war until the conversation shifted into something about another flight. At that exact moment the music stopped playing: it was the first intermission of the show.
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From the darkness of the desert's background and the shadows of the stage, two more dragons readied themselves for an attack. "You remember the mission plan?" one said, sounding like a normal yet experienced non-mechanical dragon.
"Yeah. We're going to go through the back while they're distracted- because distracted lets us get in through places, you know..." the other said, a metallic tone to their voice and a tendency to ramble on in their speech. The other dragon sounded exasperated.
"Not here! First, we don't need you going off on another five-minute tangent. Second, what if some dragon hears us?! Keep [i]quiet[/i]."
The second dragon nodded. He would try- try is the key word- to keep silent.
The conversation kept going on in the stands, talking about mechanical dragons and fights and the possibility of war until the conversation shifted into something about another flight. At that exact moment the music stopped playing: it was the first intermission of the show.
From the darkness of the desert's background and the shadows of the stage, two more dragons readied themselves for an attack. "You remember the mission plan?" one said, sounding like a normal yet experienced non-mechanical dragon.
"Yeah. We're going to go through the back while they're distracted- because distracted lets us get in through places, you know..." the other said, a metallic tone to their voice and a tendency to ramble on in their speech. The other dragon sounded exasperated.
"Not here! First, we don't need you going off on another five-minute tangent. Second, what if some dragon hears us?! Keep
quiet."
The second dragon nodded. He would try- try is the key word- to keep silent.
With the intermission, Ranna wrote down all she heard and hid it. She couldn't travel yet with another performance going to occur at any moment. She tucked away the letter and returned to the stage.
Regulus meanwhile was standing farther away. He looking around. He thought he saw something, but dismissed it. He sat alone during the performances and the intermission that was occuring. He wondered what everyone thought of the performance. No one knew of the preparing duo...
With the intermission, Ranna wrote down all she heard and hid it. She couldn't travel yet with another performance going to occur at any moment. She tucked away the letter and returned to the stage.
Regulus meanwhile was standing farther away. He looking around. He thought he saw something, but dismissed it. He sat alone during the performances and the intermission that was occuring. He wondered what everyone thought of the performance. No one knew of the preparing duo...
The intermission ended quickly, the music starting back up and the second part of the dance coming in.
"We missed it." the metallic voiced dragon said, looking at the other with a confused gaze. "No. We made it. They're all focused now- come on, come on!" The two walked over to a back door, acting as if they were supposed to be there.
"Hey, do you two have identification tags?" a guard said, only to be knocked out in a second from one dragon's flashing claws. "Nice." the metallic dragon said, following her in and scanning the inside hallway for any other dragons. "Lets just take the box and leave, okay?"
Unknown to the dancers, of course, the clan they had decided to perform at was a clan helping out the natural dragon rebellion in one part of the desert. The mechanical dragons, opposite from what Caroline had said, were usually seen as the enemy- and this clan had something that could be used to take them down. Of course, the intruders didn't want it for the best reasons.
The intermission ended quickly, the music starting back up and the second part of the dance coming in.
"We missed it." the metallic voiced dragon said, looking at the other with a confused gaze. "No. We made it. They're all focused now- come on, come on!" The two walked over to a back door, acting as if they were supposed to be there.
"Hey, do you two have identification tags?" a guard said, only to be knocked out in a second from one dragon's flashing claws. "Nice." the metallic dragon said, following her in and scanning the inside hallway for any other dragons. "Lets just take the box and leave, okay?"
Unknown to the dancers, of course, the clan they had decided to perform at was a clan helping out the natural dragon rebellion in one part of the desert. The mechanical dragons, opposite from what Caroline had said, were usually seen as the enemy- and this clan had something that could be used to take them down. Of course, the intruders didn't want it for the best reasons.
The group begins to dance immediately. They remained a spectacle to the crowd with their grace and elegance. It would have been easy to accuse them of being mechanical dragons, except, they clearly weren't. They just a very talented group of dancers.
Regulus was near the back door, backstage... he could be an issue, if he noticed or discovered anything wrong. But he was watching the crowd and the dance at the moment as the robots worked their way to their objective.
Ranna continues to perform while listening to conversations. Would there be anymore pieces of information? Or had the rebels stopped? She didn't want to endanger Caroline though and was trying to be helpful.
The group begins to dance immediately. They remained a spectacle to the crowd with their grace and elegance. It would have been easy to accuse them of being mechanical dragons, except, they clearly weren't. They just a very talented group of dancers.
Regulus was near the back door, backstage... he could be an issue, if he noticed or discovered anything wrong. But he was watching the crowd and the dance at the moment as the robots worked their way to their objective.
Ranna continues to perform while listening to conversations. Would there be anymore pieces of information? Or had the rebels stopped? She didn't want to endanger Caroline though and was trying to be helpful.
"We're almost there..." the red Skydancer said, tapping her helmet against a locked door, swinging it open with one strong push. "Here we go. Now, lets get that box and go-"
There was a loud crashing noise.
"Wheatley, did you break something?"
"It was an accident!"
"Oh my gods!!"
She only hoped nobody had heard as she grabbed a black suitcase-like box and started to walk out with it.
"We're almost there..." the red Skydancer said, tapping her helmet against a locked door, swinging it open with one strong push. "Here we go. Now, lets get that box and go-"
There was a loud crashing noise.
"Wheatley, did you break something?"
"It was an accident!"
"Oh my gods!!"
She only hoped nobody had heard as she grabbed a black suitcase-like box and started to walk out with it.
Regulus hears a crash and turns around. "Hmm?" He asks. He begins to approach the door curiously. What caused that sound?
The dance continues. Ranna looking through the crowd. She and the others heard it too but didn't show any distraction. They continue flawlessly in their performance.
Regulus hears a crash and turns around. "Hmm?" He asks. He begins to approach the door curiously. What caused that sound?
The dance continues. Ranna looking through the crowd. She and the others heard it too but didn't show any distraction. They continue flawlessly in their performance.
"I hear footsteps...RUN!" the Skydancer says, tucking the box under a wing and dashing out the doors, attempting to make it to the outside before they were noticed.
"I hear footsteps...RUN!" the Skydancer says, tucking the box under a wing and dashing out the doors, attempting to make it to the outside before they were noticed.
Regulus looks at them. "Hey, what's going on?" He asks. He hearing the shout from someone. "Why are you running?"
Regulus looks at them. "Hey, what's going on?" He asks. He hearing the shout from someone. "Why are you running?"
"Oh, uh...we just thought...you were some kind of rebel!" Wheatley said in an awkward way, looking extremely guilty.
"Yes, a rebel. And since that's not good for the clan, we're just taking a few important notes out. Nothing big, just safety stuff."
The two of them gave Regulus extremely guilty smiles.
"Oh, uh...we just thought...you were some kind of rebel!" Wheatley said in an awkward way, looking extremely guilty.
"Yes, a rebel. And since that's not good for the clan, we're just taking a few important notes out. Nothing big, just safety stuff."
The two of them gave Regulus extremely guilty smiles.
