Disclaimer: Dear, sweet God! If you're still reading these you need help. Badly. Ugh… I do not own Dark Cloud Freakin' 2!

A/N: I know the last chapter was short. I apologize. This one will be longer I swear. At least 1000 words.

Chapter 17: Seraphic Wardens Mobilize!

Max's POV

What just happened? That angel just dissappeared! Maybe that's what happens when they die. Oh well. No time to think about that now. We have other problems.

The two warriors rushed down the hall. Monica, on point, attacked with her sword and Max provided ranged support, attacking with his wrench when his enemy got too close.

Ambion's POV

I am Ambion: High Warden of the Seraphis Guard. I command a vast army of angelic soldiers to bring justice to the cosmos, by punishing criminals with extreme prejudice.

My brother Cruxion is the Grand Marshall, leader of the division of the Guard that is charged with the defense of Overwood and Heaven as a whole. He is a foolhardy man, far too kind for his position. He wishes to grant amnesty to those who agree to change their ways, instead of punishing them and tossing them into the pits of Hell, as it should be. What's more, he deals peaceably with those loose-cannon Travelers, and has even assisted them on several occasions!

But my day will come. That day is today! For I…! I… have captured… Diago Brewer!

Ambion's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of his doorbell ringing.

"What is it, Rekion!?" he snapped at the mohawked angel in the doorway, "Can't you see I'm busy!?"

"Uh… sir," he looked as though he was about to faint, "the prisoners in Subring D-22 have escaped."

"D-22!? That's where Diago Brewer is! Send a battalion of cherubim riders after them now! Come back with Diago Brewer and his accomplices or don't come back at all!" Ambion's wild blue hair rose medusa-style as his rage built.

Not this time, Brewer. You're in my world now. There is no escape.

Kalypsion's POV

Kalypsion awoke in the medical bay, lying on a table, a machine emitting blue light, levitating up and down his body.

Ugh… crimony… why does this always happen? A prisoner breaks loose and somehow, someway, I ALWAYS end up in the med bay! It never fails! I wonder if Dr. Krysallion's here today. I hope so. She's so nice and sweet and pretty and…

"GAH! Good grief!" Kalypsion yelped in pain as a thick syringe was injected into his left arm. "Nurse Olgion! I d-didn't know you were working today I… nice hairnet…" He stammered, terrified at the hairy, burly, female (!?) angel looking down on him the same way a bouncer looks at a drunk lying passed out on the dance floor of a ritzy nightclub.

"There ya go, honey-boy! That oughta fix yer little pansy arse up! Now quit yer lollygaggin' an get yer bald head out thur and catch them escaped pris'ners!" Her heavily accented words spewed from her hairy lips in a cascade of spit that would have woken Kalypsion up just as fast as the needle, and just about as painfully.

"Y-yes sir er—ma'am er—YES!" Kalypsion sat straight up and ran to the cherubim stables, as per protocol. He passed scores of other angels, mobilizing, as though for war."

Who is this prisoner? Unless… Of course… It's Diago Brewer. I heard Sarion and those guys talking about another mission to capture Diago Brewer. Guess they finally got him. Looks like they couldn't hold him for long though… What a mess. It's just too much. After this is cleaned up I'm quitting the Wardens, maybe get a nice, quiet job in the Med Unit… with Krysallion…

Kalypsion drooled at the thought of the beautiful Med Marshall. He snapped his mind back to the task at hand. He got on the elevator, and ascended the transparent heights to the stables where the cherubim used in military operations were kept.

Cherubim were truly amazing creatures to look at. Picture a quadrupedal green dragon, about twice the size of an adult bull rhino, with two sets of wide, white angel wings spurting out from each of its four flanks, and azure, pink, purple and crimson quills lining is back and brow, leaving just enough space in the middle for a saddle, reigns and a rider. Indeed, truly majestic.

He mounted the great beast, as it uttered a snort and attempted to buck him off.

"Cool it, big man. I don't like you, and you don't like me, but don't worry, this is the last time either of us will have to look at the other as long as we live. I'm quitting the Wardens and you'll most likely get saddled with some upstart who puts up with your crap to avoid getting fired from this death march that passes for a job up here…"

Cripes, I'm talking to a cherubim. Like he understands a damn thing I'm saying…

Karibite's POV

I understand every word, you two-legged simpleton! Sigh… the things we cherubs do to keep the peace. We would have to have gotten the short end of the staff back when the Celestial wars broke out. I guess we still got off better than those forsaken nephilim… I shudder to think of the for they've taken. But to be ridden by these simple-minded seraphim who need twelve weeks of training just to figure out how to kythe a message to go up. It makes you want to die. And now these idiots let the human get loose after they failed to catch him fifty times. The incompetence is infuriating. But alas, such is the life of a beast of burden. I'm beginning to see why Equisite and his group decided to turn themselves into dumb animals shortly before their death… horses, I believe the early humans named them. At least now, they're too stupid to know their masters are imbeciles.

Sarion's POV

Sht! What is the matter with me! How could I fall for that! Ambion's gonna kill me! I am so dead! I am so dead! But wait… Of course… he can't touch me. 'Cause I know his dirty little secret. He's been harboring a rogue nephilim… Wow… for once, Tetragon's existence actually proved beneficial to my health. Sarion laughed mirthlessly. I guess there's a first time for everything.

Max's POV

Damn! What just happened!? That angel just vanished into thin air! Maybe that's what happens when they die. That guy was in bad shape after all. No time to worry about that now. We've got bigger problems now!

"Ready, Max!" Monica ran forward, on point while Max provided ranged support, attacking with his wrench when a hostile came too close.

As the two warriors advanced down the long hallway, pausing only to dispatch any unlucky angels that happened to attempt to deter them, Max glanced up at a security camera that showed a barebacked, raven-haired warrior battling his way thru hordes of security droids. The figure walked off-screen and then came barreling down the next hallway, loud crashes and hisses from the vanquished mechanoids accompanying his arrival. Max recognized him immediately.

"It's you!" he yelled, readying his wrench. "You're the one who attacked Monica!"

Diago stopped in his tracks and looked at Max, regarding him with some passing curiosity.

Monica leapt out from behind Max and swung her sword, Diago dodged closely and turned to face Monica.

"Hey you two!" he called at them "You wanna get outta here alive? Follow me."

END CHAPTER

A/N: And now they meet! See over 1,000 words, feel free to count 'em! This chapter's been done for while now, but due to my floppies being profoundly retarded, I've been unable to upload. Hopefully this one was worth the wait.