Lu Bu ran as fast as he could away from the cell he was in, stumbling on the way. Using every bit of adrenaline and willpower, he leaped over and slid under anyone who was in his path. Just a few feet more, and the young dragon would be entering the docking bay, where he could have a few seconds to jump into one of his former katanas. Several leaps later, he was in his old ship, firing up the engine, fearing that his former brothers would cut his ship in two. Luckily for Lu Bu, the engine started quickly and all seemed well. He raised his ship upwards, but then disaster struck when one of his old friends cut off the right wing of the ship. Thus, the small craft spun out of control and hit the roof of the exit while undocking. Lu Bu jolted forwards, and accidentally hit the engine kill with his head, knocking himself unconscious. The vessel began floating downwards, beneath Kyoto, and beneath the dust and rocks he once loved...

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Death Runner sat in his office, looking forwards at a portrait of one of one of the former Dons of the Maltese Empire. He sighed, scratched his chin, and shook his head. Death Runner moved his wheelchair towards his cabinet to pour himself a drink, but was interrupted by the sound that always sounds when an unidentified vessel approached his Storta at high speeds. With haste, he wheeled himself to the the control room, where his men scrambled about attempting to contact the vessel, with no avail.

"Send two daggers. Destroy the ship, tractor in the pod."

"Yes Sir."

His men did as they were ordered, and returned with the pilot. When Death Runner saw the pilot, he smiled widely.

"Ah hello Lu Bu. Good to see you.. Come, come, follow me."

The man in the wheelchair rolled down the halls, and entered the small prison chambers. There sat the former Blood Dragon Shogun, Hirosho Horatami. He had his eyes closed in meditation, but knew of Lu Bu's presence. Death Runner ordered a guard to open the cell door and put Lu Bu inside. The guard did as asked, then backed away.

"Isn't this wonderful Horatami? Me, you, and your little pet. All together happily! Hehehe."

"Sensai! What happened?! How did you get here?! Who is this man?! We have to escape!"

Hirosho turned to his student, and smiled.

"I do not believe there shall be an escape, Bu-san..."

Lu Bu frowned and narrowed his eyebrows in confusion.

"Wh-.. What? What do you mean? What's going on?!"

"This man here, or whatever he is, is not well. He is the lowest of the low. A corrupt man, horrid, and corrupt with power and greed."

Hirosho Horatami stared at the smiling Death Runner. And Lu Bu began to stare as well, examining his enemy.

"Heh. I wasn't always this way, you know. I used to go by the.. the so called 'rules.' You remember don't you Horatami? Maybe you do, maybe you don't.. Whatever though.. But i found that i like it this way better. I truly do! There are no bloody rules for me. I do what i want.. when i want.. where.. i want. Hehehe."

Death Runner pulled a cigar and lighter out of his pocket. He smoked, and continued to sit there grinning with evil in his eyes.

"Which.. brings me to another discussion. I don't like it here, believe it or not. I truly don't. Hard to see, with me always smiling at the thought of... Heh. Sirius just.. doesn't fit me. I want more. I need more! And you're going to help me begin, my process of more.. Lu Bu. You shall help me escape.. Escape this horrid and evil place that has made me what i am!"

Sleep had fallen over The Verminator, Death Runner's ship, but not for the captain himself. He sat in his chambers alone, smoking a cigar with a grin on his face, and aiming straight at the door with the latest of plasma pistols. The silence is suddenly broken with the smashing down of the door to Death Runner's chambers. Hirosho Horatami, holding his blade in hand, and Lu Bu at his side, swiftly enter the room but stop themselves upon seeing the man in his wheelchair aiming at them.

"Heh.. Courageous ones, i see. Now move."

Death Runner wheels towards them, still aiming at the two. The former dragons still holding their blades, slowly move backwards down the hall way, staring at the corrupt man.

"Guards!"

Death Runner's guards begin entering the hallways through several doors, some aiming their weapons from behind the captain, and some nudging the two escapees back to their cell.

Hirosho Horatami suddenly jumps in the air, lashing out at one of the guards, grabbing another and throwing him into the one by Lu Bu. Within a second, the pair are slicing limbs off anyone within range.

"Hold your fire. I wana watch this."

The guards by the two attempt to fight hand to hand with the skilled samurais, while guards behind Death Runner continue to aim, fearfully. Lu Bu cuts off the legs of the guards several times, and finishes them by swiftly circling his blade and cutting their necks. The pair are quick. Too quick for the guards to keep up, one by one each of them falls until eventually blood stains the floor of the halls.

"Well done, well done indeed. Now go back to your cell like good little dragons. Hehe."

Death Runner leans back, in a more relaxed way, holding his cigar to the side of the chair.

"No. You living.. Is unacceptable. You're doings may not be widely known, but i know of them, and i shall not allow you to proceed with such evil! Stand up and fight me! You're not fooling anyone with that seat."

Horatami and Lu Bu change their stance, as if ready to run towards Death Runner and lash out as his skull.

The man in the wheelchair frowns.

"Kill them both."

Instantly, both of the former dragons begin running and high speed straight to the seated man while a hail of plasma and bullets are fired towards them. Knowing that this is the end of them both, Hirosho Horatami makes a final leap at Death Runner, his blade perfectly aligned to cut him in two, until a bullet hits his left arm, and throws him off balance. He loses control of his grip, and as the former shogun falls to his death, his most prized katana cuts the ash off Death Runner's newly flamed cigar.

For a moment the guards and the captain are silent, taking in the recent event. Death Runner looks down at the ash to the side of his chair, then looks back at the two dead bodies, then at Horatami's sword.

"C-... Clean this up..."