## Meta-Ridley - The Hangar
 

After a few minutes of wait, the cyborg dragon was growing impatient, especially when he could detect a grow trend in activity. At least Dio Brando had the courtesy of pulling off a little show to prove his "worth". Nonetheless, his haste would be quenched by the arrival of the German doctor entered the hangar to checkup on the organic parts of the space pirate's body. His accent amused Ridley, almost as if he wanted to have a ridiculous creature like that as a pet. Simultaneously to his doctor's appointment, Shadow Eternity's boss had the grace of coming by and have a word with the two idiots who fought right before the dragon monster. Barely reacting to the stabs from the medic's tests, only an automatic muscle spasm and nothing more. Once this was done, Ridley got on his two feet and walked directly toward the masked leader. 

"**Good job, Medic. I'll need you soon, so stick around.**" 

He said in a rather non-threatening tone, almost as if he respected the Medic for the little he did correctly. Ridley did like it when things were done right after all. The grazing of the metal on his feet crushing the cement it was stepping on would alert anyone in the area. As his large being stood right before the dominant female, he oriented his sight toward the blonde vampire. Immediately as Dio had terminated his sentence, the jagged end of Ridley's metal tail would be pointed directly at Dio's head, from down under with only a meter separating the peak from the man's jaw. 

"**I would recommend that you address your superior in a better tone, Dio Brando.**" 

He warned Dio, obviously ticked off by the way he was calling the leader 'princess'. Ridley himself didn't enjoy being the one following, but he had a keen sense of leadership and would never tolerate such familiarity between leader and follower. Especially when one would consider the importance of hierarchy when many high powered individuals were concerned. Keeping his tail aimed at the man, the dragon then peered down at the leader he purposely overshadowed with his physical appearance, almost as if he was trying to dominate her in a very vague, indirect way. Like two roosters showing off their chests in a nest filled with hens to appeal to, though of course a fight wouldn't ensue. 

"**Well then... Sir. It isn't too common to see you come to us like this. I must assume you didn't just come here to handle meaningless conflict. Perhaps you have considered the idea of me leading an all out attack on that repulsive, human-inhabited world? What was it again... Right, Cocoon and Gran Pulse.**"

The creature chuckled, knowing that the deaths involved in this would be in the billions of humans. But behind it all, a large amount of profit issued from the process of destroying the continent's main power supply could be gargantuan for the organization.

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## Charlotte - Cinder's Vessel 


Drool came out of the little monster's mouth as she mindlessly listened to Cinder's explication, but the woman caught on quick as to how pointless it was to get into detail with the witch. And thus, Cinder's leggings were drenched in large drops of exaggerated drool combined with various fragments of whatever she ate beforehand. She remembered Roman's name though, because he could bring cheese! Otherwise nothing. However when cheese was mentioned concerning the item they were retrieving, it rocked Charlotte's world. 

"**Cheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeese! We must go faster Cinder! Fast like your other friend, Neo... Neapolitan!**" 

She had remembered vaguely from the various discussions she could have had with Cinder, an individual more or less involved with her life who had a name resembling a type of cake she loved. Sure, it wasn't cheese, but she loves sweets too, or anything that tastes like sweets. She hopped around on the controls, trying to get the vessel to move faster by clicking on various switches at random. From afar, she could see a glowing light resembling a big star. It captivated her, and as they got closer she could see the planet getting bigger and bigger. She glued her face to the windshield and simply stared. 

"**Oooohhhhh! Is the cheese machine there?!**"