Moonsky quietly climbed from tree to tree, watching the shadows of the Order fleet: a lander, two cargo vessels, and a dreadnought. Armored troopers were walking across the warships, manning guns and searching for... something.

The fleet stopped, and Moonsky could hear voices. "He said he would be here," one said. "He said he would come with a cruiser! We would notice that!"

"Why would he lie?" Said another. "I know he leads the Cultists, but he has no motivation to give up on weaponry and information."

"We passed over a giant metal lump of motivation," said a third. "The Titan is here! Why would High Priestess Zodiac dare send her husband to a place that the Titan is? Or any of the three Skykerian capitalships, for that matter."

Just then, propellers could be heard in the distance. Soon, four Cultist ships appeared, the boarder hovering over a clearing under them. The Order's lander sent their unique large hussar to the ground as well.

A massive Nightwing stepped out of the Cultist's boarder. He was absolutely covered in worm eye tattoos, marking him as a Cultist. He held himself high, and looked like he knew he was imposing and had authority.

An armored general of the Lighting Order stepped out of the transport. "Who's that?" A voice next to Moonsky said. Moonsky jumped to the moons before realizing it was just Cricket. "What?" She said when she saw his distressed expression.

"Do NOT do that again!" Moonsky whispered. "Were about to find out!"

"High Priest Blackness!" The Order general said. "I knew you would come. So, how's the dragonets? I know you sh-

"Where are my weapons?" Blackness said, not caring for any conversation. "give them to me and I will leave. I assume you know what happens to those who challenge the Cultists?" A team of Cultist guards stepped out of the destroyer and lined up behind Blackness.

The Order general frowned. "Yes, yes, fine. Bring out our weaponry."

A small group of Order soldiers took the hussar to the cargo ship and brought back a few containers of some sort as the general tried to converse with Blackness. The general stopped talking as Blackness opened the crates, revealing a few rifles, cannon parts, and pieces of Armour.

"how much?" Blackness asked the general as the Cultist's cargo ships started docking with taking crates from the Order's.

"Oh, come on Blacky, you know we serve you! Besides, we never have to pay our soldiers! We have money to spare!"

"Fine, but you're taking the blame."

"Sure! After all, how much is this worth anyways? Ten dollars? Fifteen?"

Blackness looked at the general skeptically. "Maybe you had too much to drink for a diplomatic mission. Oh, well." He turned up to the Cultist vessels. "FINISH UNLOADING AND PREPARE TO LEAVE! I WANT TO BE AT THE CITY BY DAWN, UNDERSTAND?"

A troop responded with a "yeah!" From the Cruiser.

"Good," Blackness mumbled.

"Oi, I'll bet there are a pair of dragons over in that bush," the general pointed at the bush that Moonsky and Cricket were hiding in. They both froze as Blackness looked over.

"See," Blackness said at first glance of the bush. "There isn't anything there other than a-" he stopped, looking closely at the hiding place. Moonsky and Cricket were so still that you would be able to reasonably assume they were statues. Blackness watched... and watched... and Moonsky kept looking back, at those dark eyes that were filled with evil, more than the Morrowseer, more than the Vulture, the Scarlet, even the Wasp.

Blackness saw something, and apparently it signaled a dragon. "There are two, THERE ARE TWO DRAGONS IN THAT BUSH, GET THEM!" He said. A group of grenadiers swung out of the boarder toward the hiding place.

"Run," Moonsky told Cricket. Without another word, they both ran as fast as they could to the Rainwing village. The grenadiers, having grappling hooks, followed them with ease.

After about an hour of running, the two met up again. "Cricket," Moonsky said, "we need to warn Captain Anaconda. Now."

As they climbed back to the Rainwing village, Moonsky thought of what this ment. The Cultists know what is happening in Skykeria. The Lightning Order is making up all the stories of battling Cultist fleets to safely sell them weaponry. Who will turn out to be a cultist now? Dock? His fellow bullies and probably believed murderers? 

I can only trust Terrans now. Some Cloudlings, yes, but... I will only trust my life in Terran talons. Any Cloudling could be a spy...