Remington sat at his desk at E.S.T. HQ, looking over various files. There was a knock on the door, and a young officer stepped in. “Sir, this, Ekajra was it?” He turned to the individual behind him, who nodded. “This Ekajra kid is here to see you.”

“Ah, yes, let him in,” the Constable said, setting down the folder he was holding. The officer stepped back, letting Ekajra walk in, and then closed the door.

“Okay, so what exactly is this all about?” Ekajra asked, crossing his arms as he sat down in the chair in front of Remington’s desk.

“We’ve got a bit of a favor to ask of you.”

“Need my help, eh?”

“Yes. You probably don’t know, but an ambassador from one of the mainland countries is coming to Angel Island. Government talk and all that.”

“Yeah, I got it. What does this have to do with me?”

“Well, this country’s king has a daughter, and she likes to go to different places in the world, and since she’s never been up here, she’s going to be coming with the ambassador.”

“Still don’t see how this applies to me…” Ekajra said, tipping his chair back and forth on the back legs.

“We’ve received word that a terrorist group has hired somebody to kidnap, or worse, kill the princess, likely in an attempt to start a war.”

“Heh, it better not be Dehr,” Ekajra mumbled to himself.

“What was that?”

“Nothing. So, if they’re gonna attack, then why not just call off the trip? Problem solved.”

“I already went to the Council about it, and I’m sure someone from their country spoke to their authority about it. The Council said not to worry, and said the E.S.T. could take care of any problems. Which is why we need your help.”

“You want me to take these baddies out?”

“No, actually, I need you to help guard the Princess. I’d initially considered just having some of my own team guarding her, but I’ve now decided it’d probably be best to try and keep her location slightly more hidden. That’s when the Chaotix got wind of it and Mighty volunteered to hel…”

“Mighty? The armadillo, really strong?” Ekajra cut in. Remington nodded. “I don’t know him that well, but wouldn’t guarding some girl be no problem for him?”

“He said it would be, but I want to be sure, just in case. And after hearing more about her, I’ve only been strengthened in deciding to add more guards.”

“You really think she’s in that much danger?”

“Yes, and well, I guess you’ll just have to find out when you meet her. Their plane arrives later today. Just remember to keep a low profile.”

“Got it, low profile. That’ll certainly be a challenge for a guy who’s been hiding from the general population for as long as me.” Ekajra got up, turned and walked out of the office.

“Why do I have this strange feeling this won’t go well,” Remington said as he picked up his papers again.

“Don’t worry. Ekajra does that to most people when they meet,” Alerak’s voice said from Remington’s phone. “And as long as I’m using your phone line, mind filling me in on the details, just in case?”

* * * * *

Later that evening, Ekajra headed out to the main airport on the other edge of the town. He got there, and after managing to convince the security guard that he was supposed to be trying to get out onto the landing strip, he walked up to where a small group of E.S.T. soldiers were waiting.

“You’re Ekajra right?” One of them asked.

“Yep, that’d be me,” Ekajra said calmly.

“So, are you really a former, you know…” another said.

“Now what makes you think I’d be a former Legionnaire?” he said lightly, flicking his knife out and in, which momentarily deactivated his camouflage. “Don’t worry, I’m just messin’ with yah. I’m on your side… more or less.”

“And hopefully you’ll stay that way,” a voice said from behind him, and Ekajra felt a firm grip on his shoulder. He turned to see a red armadillo standing behind him. “Don’t worry guys, I’ll keep my eye on the new kid,” Mighty said, nodding to the E.S.T. soldiers before taking Ekajra away from them.

“So, you’re Mighty?” Ekajra asked while they waited. “Well, it’s nice to meet you when I’m not being abducted.”

“Yeah, sorry about that, but we had to check you out. It’s not every day a Legionnaire shows up with Guardian DNA.”

“Yeah, well, you have your stupid friend the Guardian to thank for that.”

“Hey! If we’re gonna be working together, I don’t want you trashing on Knuckles constantly. And besides, how do you know it’s even his fault you had a bad childhood?”

“Were you even listening to my story? Because of his DNA, everyone shunned me. Do you know how much it sucks being that alone?”

“Yes, actually, quite a bit. And either way, Knuckles had no say in them shunning you, that was their choice. But what my real question is, is how you know it was Knuckles’ DNA they used on you.”

“Well, who else’s DNA would they have used? He’s the Guardian.”

“Yes, but obviously they did this experiment when you were young, and you’re how old? 13 or so? Knuckles wouldn’t have been old enough then for them to really see him as a threat and try and copy him. They could have gotten DNA from any Guardian over the years, not just necessarily Knuckles. You see what I mean?”

“Yeah… but it was still his family’s fault at the very least, so it’s still his fault.”

“Ahh, whatever, you think what you want. The plane is here.” The two turned to look as a large plane came towards them, touching down on the runway. It skidded to a stop, and the turbines powered down. The E.S.T. soldiers moved towards the plane as it opened up, and Ekajra and Midnight came over as well.

First to emerge was an older gentleman in a well-tailored suit. His fur was a collage of various reds and browns, and seemed to be a red panda, though he was really more related to raccoons. He walked down the stairs, and the E.S.T. soldiers bowed slightly towards him, and he did the same, before one of the soldiers also shook his hand. “It’s good to see you’ve safely arrived, sir,” the soldier said. “Please, come this way.”

“Of course. Come along Yin,” the ambassador said, turning back towards the plane. Out of it stepped a young panda girl, who appeared to be in the lower teens. She wore a simple dress, in one of the traditional styles of her country, but much more casual, and could easily be an everyday wear. She descended quickly, her walking very light, and she bowed in greeting to the soldiers.

“Ahh, Princess Yin. Your escorts are right over there,” the soldier pointed towards Mighty and Ekajra.

“Thank you!” she said, before walking over to the two. She once again bowed to them, and Mighty did the same, grabbing the back of Ekajra’s head and having him do the same once noticing he wasn’t moving. “You probably already know, but my name’s Yin. What’s yours?” she asked, incredibly casual for someone of her position.

“I’m Mighty, member of the Chaotix. I’m friends with the Knuckles, the guardian, so you’re in good hands,” Mighty said. He looked over to Ekajra, and then quickly nudged him with his elbow.

“Ow, oh yeah. Name’s Ekajra. Uh, I just got thrown into this, but I’ll watch out for you.”

“Hah, you’re funny Kajjy-san,” she said, smiling.

“Uh, okay…” Ekajra said, not sure about the idea of her going around calling him by a nickname like that. Mr. Kajjy just doesn’t sound as threatening as Ekajra. And unfortunately Ekajra isn’t that threatening in the first place. “So, uh, where are we taking her?”

“I figured we could keep her at my place for a while just to try and stop any initial attacks. Plus it might be a good idea to keep her isolated as much as possible, just in case,” Mighty said.

“What do you mean?”

“You’ll find out. Now, come with us Your Highness,” Mighty turned to Yin, and she walked up to him and they headed off towards the city.

“Man this is gonna be a long day, or week, or however long this goes on. I really don’t want to have to sit around guarding somebody. I’m a fighter, not a babysitter.”

“Hey,” Yin said from behind him, a sudden fierceness in her voice. “I could easily take of myself, so don’t think I need your “protection” kid!”

Ekajra turned around, and Yin was standing right up next to him, a bladed tonfa in each hand. “Uh, sorry Princess Yin, didn’t mean to make you mad…” Ekajra said quickly.

“The name’s Yang, punk, don’t mix us up!” Suddenly the expression in her eyes changed to a more peaceful look, and she backed off. “Oh, sorry about that. That happens some times…”

“Uh, Mighty, what just happened?” Ekajra asked, turning to the armadillo next to him, who seemed completely unfazed.

“Oh, Remington really didn’t tell you? The Princess here has duel personalities. Normally she’s Yin, but well, you just met Yang.”

“Great. This is gonna be a long… time period.”



Next Chapter.


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