• (Authors Note:Chapters happen directly after eachother, cool, eh?)
    --Montegro--
    "Oi! Captain!" A young voice shouted, as he quickly approached Montegro, his orange goggles glowing off his forehead as he passed under the lamp posts. A young man slowed down to take a breath, huffing as he spoke. "T-the base... is under attack sir..."
    "The opponent?" Montegro asked, straightening his glasses.
    "Two fighter class ships, they carry the logo of the Gestalt..." The boy said, brushing the dust off of his coat, as he stood straight again. Montegro turned as whistled into the darkness. "Sir?" The boy asked, curious as to what his commander was up to.
    "Tell me... What is your name, boy?" Montegro asked, galloping echoing down the cobblestone streets, as charcoal colored horses flashed under the lamp lights.
    "Micheal, sir... My friends call me Mouse..." Mouse replied, looking a bit shy as the horses slowed down, trotting next to them.
    "Well Mouse... Go and activate Lunar command, I'll try and save what and who I can!" Montegro ordered, mounting his horse, commanding it forward. The horse jolted with great speed, the wind rushing past Montegro's hair, as Evan clung to his head tightly, afraid to fall. Barren trees rushed past him, as the moon shined above, covering the landscape in a blue-grey glow. However... In the distance... A fiery air lay ahead, as the scent of smoke filled the air, Montegro felt it in his lungs, leaning forward, hoping to help speed up the horse.
    --Mouse--
    Mouse watched Montegro disappear into the distance, and looked up at the black steed. "You know where Lunar Command is?" He said jokingly at first, sliding both hands into his pockets. The horse nodded at his words. "Really? Can you take me?" Mouse asked a bit excitedly, as his scrambled onto its back. "Ready?" He asked, grasping the reigned, waving them forward. "Go!" The horse didn't budge, and only stared forward. 'Whats wroooooong?" Mouse complained, looking at the back of the horses head.
    --Gestalt--
    "How is the attack?" Lance's voice crackled over the speakers of the fighters.
    "I'm not so sure about this, Lancy!" Monty replied, his ship turning around, as he fired down at the base below, a turret exploding in his fire.
    "Me either Lance... It kind of feels... Wrong..." Mond agreed, successfully doing a back flip, jolting forward to avoid attack.
    "Listen... If we don't do this, then this 'Montegro' person will never learn his lesson and keep attempting to take Gestalt from us!" Lance said.
    "Whatever you say..." Mond spoke downheartedly, as he fired at the surrounding area, making it hard for enemy forces to escape into the woods.
    "It was a nice castle..." Monty said, feeling low about damaging a person sharing his first name, and firing a missile into a tower, looking back to watch it shatter.
    --Montegro--
    The horse came to a sudden stop, as Montegro looked on. His house set aflame by the air forces of the Gestalt. "Damn!" He cursed, motioning the horse to move around, looking for a small opening he could slip into. Montegro encircled his abode, dodging branches as he looked, successfully finding a small opening, he tugged on the horses reigns, causing it to turn and run through the opening. The horse leapt out into the opening between the fortress and the woods. Montegro commanded the horse through, dodging and weaving as best he could, lasers crashing into the ground behind him. He made it close to the door before Monds ship lowered itself to his level, the high pitched whine of the lasers charging filled Montegro's ears, as he came to a halt. "What is it you want from me!" Montegro shouted, raising his arms in surrender. The hatch of the ship opened, and Mond stood up.
    "I've been ordered by Captain Lance to kill you, and all your followers..." Mond replied coldly.
    "Why?" Montegro asked.
    "He is tired of your attempts, and wishes to crush you before you pester the Gestalt and her crew yet again..." Mond answered. Montegro clenched his teeth, not sure what to say, or what he could say to get himself out of this situation. "However..." Mond continued. "I am a fair man, and am willing to face you in a sort of duel... That is... If you're willing..."
    "I might be..." Montegro answered, accepting a chance at life... At least at delaying it. "What are the terms?"
    "If you win, you live to get what’s left of this dump and go... If you lose you die... Simple as that." Mond answered, reaching down in his cockpit, pulling out a pistol.
    "What’s the duel then?" Montegro asked, being sure he was fair.
    "You have two minutes to hide, I'll stay here and count, and the first one to take the other out after those two minutes wins." Mond said menacingly.
    "What happens if I just take you out here?" Montegro asked cockily.
    "Then my friend will shoot you down from the sky..." Mond threatened, "Now get going, I'm starting the clock..." He slumped down in the pilot seat, tapping his console, keeping the pistol aimed at Montegro.
    "Son of a..." Montegro got off his horse, slapping its side. The horse ran off, as he jogged his way into the woods, the fire still burning strong around the area.
    --Mouse--
    A whinny resounded in the distance, causing Mouse’s horse to jolt forward at an amazing pace, almost knocking him off of his mount. Once Mouse caught his balance, he patted the horses neck. "Good horsey!"
    --Montegro--
    Evan shivered as Montegro crouched low. "It'll be alright Evan, there’s nothing to worry about...” He lightly patted the arctic fox with one hand, his other resting on the pistol, as he peeked over the hedge, watching Mond sit in his cockpit. Something rustled in the background, causing Montegro and Evan to jump, their hearts racing as they turned to face the noise.
    “Captain?” Mouse whispered lowly from the distance.
    “Mouse…” Montegro sighed. “You scared me…”
    “What’s going on, sir?” Mouse asked, crouching low, and walking into view. Montegro didn’t answer, only looked over at his opponent.
    “I’m facing a challenge… He’s going to let me and the rest of the others live… If I defeat him…” Montegro explained in a low voice.
    “Why not go and kill him off then?” Mouse asked, pointing at Mond. Montegro answered by pointing to a hovering fighter, above the fortress. “I see…” Mouse thought for a moment, before speaking again, “What if I took out the fighter, while you take out that guy?”
    “Can you manage it?” Montegro asked, getting his pistol ready. Mouse looked around him, searching for something, before stuffing his hands into his numerous pockets, rummaging around for devices.
    “Yeah, I can!” He smiled. “They didn’t name me top technician of the Solar Command for nothing!” Mouse whispered excitedly, ready to show his captain his abilities. “You see this?” He squeaked, holding out a strange looking device, that looked a lot like a dvd box set box.
    “Yes, what about it?” Montegro asked, peeking over the bush nervous.
    “This can emit an electrical discharge that will stall any kind of engine for approximately thirty seconds, more then enough to crash a fighter at that altitude…” Mouse explained.
    “Wait, wait, wait….” Montegro said. “Didn’t I send you to Lunar Command?”
    “Y-yes… well…” Mouse opened the device, pressing buttons on it, getting it ready for action. “The horse didn’t listen to me…” Montegro let out a laugh, then peeked over the bush again to see if he had given out his position.
    “Alright, so… If I take out the guy on foot, even if I win, knowing the Gestalt crew, they’ll blow up the base, and kill me as well anyway…” Montegro looked back over at Mouse. “So I’m glad you came, or everyone would be dead anyway…”
    “Montegro…” Mouse said.
    “Hmm?” Montegro asked, looking back over, as Mond stood, a visor appearing over his eyes, glowing through the darkness.
    “Why didn’t you just run away then? Save yourself?” Mouse asked, busy pressing buttons, closing, flipping, and reopening the device.
    “A captain is nothing without his crew… Right Evan?” Montegro asked the arctic fox, as he moved, and covered Montegro’s ears, acting as muffs. “Thanks Evan…” Montegro looked over at the busy Mouse. “Be ready…”
    “Aye aye, sir…” Mouse replied, closing the box-like device, as a button materialized on the top. “One catch… I need you to get me across the clearing, directly under the fighter…”
    “Consider it done, Mousy!” Montegro shouted, hopping the bush, rushing out into the field, as bullets flew past him, missing by inches. Mouse struggled to get up, and hopped over the bushes himself, stumbling across the field after Montegro.