Kang had made himself comfortable in a hotel room that he had to say in with his clique. He laid down on the bed with Gwen, while Nauplius simply laid back against a wall and crossed his arms, not requiring sleep. Eventually, the group had found themselves drifting into unconsciousness, only to be awoken by the blonde woman from earlier, who was accompanied by Naan. " I never expected you to make it out of the palace alive, it's good to see you, Kang " He stated, looking at the half awake Asian with a smile on his eyes.

The prince quickly rubbed his glasses to try and see if what he was seeing was real. He suddenly embraced his half brother as he smiled, patting his back. " It's good to see you as well! I never thought i'd see you again! " He replied joyfully.

" We don't have time for pleasantries, we have to leave quickly...my Private Officer relayed me some inside information before he...passed.." Naan sighed, looking towards Kang as he looked at him.

" Yes...we're being hunted, we should try to get as deep into Africa as possible- " Kang was immediately cut off by Naan before he could finish speaking.

" We're not going to accomplish anything by continuing to run, I'm raising an army...you can either join me or perish...Solomon will go through any lengths to reclaim us for political gain...our lives never mattered to him " Naan sighed, beginning to walk away grasping the wall of the hotel room as he turned to his brother, awaiting a response.

Kang perked his glasses upwards and got up, his body felt like it was going to fall apart akin to a house of cards as he looked into the cold eyes of his dark skinned half brother who meant well. The passion of Naan was not a joyful one, but a passionate hatred of knowledge. He had hated the fact that he was correct in his assumptions that their family were a cold and deceptive lot. " While....I do not desire to fight, if I must...I will do so however " Kang stated, lightly bowing to his brother, smiling.

Gwen rubbed her eyes as she was startled by all the commotion, and everyone in the room simply turned to her as well, awaiting an answer from the pilot who had no context for anything that was transpiring. Her expression was tired and confused, a disastrous combination....

Arlic looked upon the newly designed mechs that had been created with pride, due to their positions as royalty, the two princes were allowed to have their mechs customized to their own liking. Xian looked upon his mech, the Damocles-Series-Cyrus. It was a  mech modeled after the samurai in appearance, depicting itself with several faces upon its headpeace. It had dual sheaths to store large blades, and a large canon mounted in the center of its chest. " Its as if my thoughts have been made into reality..." Xian thought to himself, walking towards Arlic in a white pilot suit.

Pilot suits were bodysuits worn by those who piloted mecha, they were made to make the piloting process easier with voice and physical commands being able to be implemented into mechas while they were worn and were worn so others could distinguish themselves from the rest of the military.

Arlic looked upon his mecha that he had submitted to the engineers, the Damocles-Series-Standard-Augment. It was a normally built mech, hence the name, however, it differed only slightly in design and weaponry. Upon its headpiece laid an antler like crown, and upon its shoulders rested two dual cannons. It was modified to express greater speed as well, making it deadly despite its simplistic design.

" It appears that I should suit up as well, I fear the other princes will make it to Carthage soil before us.." Arlic stated, beginning to walk out of the room so that he could change his clothes into the proper uniform.

Hiero gazed upon his mecha, the Damocles-Series-Rogue. It was also a similar design to the standard model, except it displayed a pair of mandibles upon its face and had its torso concealed in a cloak.

Hiero then turned to the Asian prince with a look of slight disgust on his face, followed by a scoff. " Where's your Private Officer, Xian? We're going to need all the firepower we can get " He stated, crossing his arms.

Xian simply clasped his hands together and let out a sigh, at that slight sound, a figure entered the room. She wore a black leotard that displayed several military badges upon it and a cap upon her head. She had long, raven black hair that was put into pigtails, that descended all the way down to her back. " Qiu Dan, reporting for duty " She simply stated, little emotion or pride in her voice as she bowed adjacent to her master.

Xian simply glanced at her and back to Hiero. " My Private Officer lacks piloting skills, so I have decided to take her with us for covert ops instead of having herself perish in one of our mechas..." He simply stated, while a white lie, Xian was one of the few people on Earth who could have little suspicion to his statements.

Hiero scratched his chin and let out a bellowing chuckle. " Isn't that something a little too skimpy to be putting on in a battlefield? She looks like someone I'd pay to go into my bed! " He shouted, letting out a louder laugh as he held his stomach uncontrollably, he had little respect for the asian race in general, let alone Xian himself.

Xian simply let out a soft smirk to Hiero. " On the contrary, she is an augmented human...her strength is superior to that of ours combined...I had her genetic code spliced from that of my lover who perished in a drone strike " He stated softly, as Qiu got up.

Hiero only continued to laugh, grasping his chest tighter as he looked at her. " So you had your girlfriend cloned...and you made her take part in your spandex fetish?! " He laughed, banging his fist against the wall as he only laughed louder, his face turning a crimson color as blood rushed to it. He kept laughing and banging his head on the wall repeatedly; until Arlic had walked in, in which he suddenly straightened and shifted his stance into one that was more appropriate; letting out a audible ' gulp ' to mask his laughter.

" I've misinformed the other hunting parties of the precise location of our targets, even if they get a headstart it will be almost ensured that we will be the ones to obtain the glory in Carthage...now lets board our ships...we must be punctual to Africa regardless of our advantage..." Arlic explained, watching as the mechas were placed on platforms to be transported onto a royal ship so they could begin their expedition.

Hiero let out a fake cough as he approached Arlic from behind, the rest of the group following suit. " Solomon has relayed to us that the other nations will not interfere in our affairs, due to Carthage housing the threat in retaliation...this will not be seen as a declaration of war.." He stated, grinning as he looked towards his master.

" Then it appears all the pieces are falling into my hands..." Arlic stated pridefully, exciting the building he was in as the bright sky shone upon his majesty, a wide smile displayed upon his face as he marveled at his ship.

Africa would have its Ragnarok soon enough....