Gravixor's powerful legs churned, matching Grinex's speed for as long as she could, but the large shipment cargo, driven by Sedmo Wench, was rapidly pulling away. Sedmo Wench, encased in his armored cockpit, glanced at his scanners. He saw the two furious forms of Braxill and Gravixor gaining on him. With a detached smirk, he pressed a button. The cargo vessel, with a mechanical whir, sprouted massive, gleaming spider legs from its underside. Its speed increased exponentially, leaving a trail of dust that quickly swallowed the bears from sight.

  

  

  "It's getting away! We can't lose them!" Gravixor roared, her frustration heavy.

  

  

  Braxill, still riding on Grinex's back, gently tugged Gravixor's skirt. She turned, her exasperation about to boil over, but then he looked up and smiled, a mischievous glint in his eyes. Gravixor's eyes, wide with sudden understanding and a flicker of excitement, mirrored his.

  Inside the rattling cargo ship, a robotic voice boomed from the speakers. "Attention, prisoners. It appears resistance has tried to interfere with hierarchical ruling. However, the resistance is futile. You will all be escorted to the Royal Bookings, where you will await the selection." The air inside the prisoner wagon was thick with gasps and tears.

  Grixie, despite her own discomfort, fixed her eyes on Moco. She noticed a fresh bruise on Moco's arm, likely sustained when the cargo ship had initially flipped over. "Are you okay, child?" Grixie asked, her voice soft.

  

  

  Moco flinched, pulling her arm instinctively to cover the bruise. "Yeah, I'm fine."

  

  

  "I promise you," Grixie insisted, her eyes firm, "they will come. He will come." Moco's eyes, however, still held the familiar shadow of uncertainty.

  Meanwhile, Sedmo Wench checked his scanner, then pressed a control button. "Twenty minutes until you reach Royal Grounds," a disembodied voice confirmed. Sedmo Wench, calm and relaxed, adjusted his grip on the controls. "Please increase speed to ensure early arrival."

  Just then, a peculiar sound resonated through the cabin, even reaching the prisoners below. "Chooo choo!"

  Everyone in the cargo ship looked around, curious. "What is that sound?" a prisoner whispered.

  "I've never heard anything like it before," Moco murmured, her brow furrowed.

  Grixie chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that surprised the others. "Oh, I've heard that sound before."

  A man asked, hope flickering in his eyes, "Is it... on our side?"

  Grixie's smile widened. "Braxill is always on the side of joy."

  Moco's eyes widened, registering the name. Sedmo Wench disturbed by the strange sound, looked to his screen, then instinctively glanced out the passenger window of the cargo ship. His optical sensors widened.

  Behind them, gaining fast, was a colossal, gleaming choo-choo train, its smokestack puffing out whimsical, colorful steam.

  CHOO CHOO TRAIN SOUND

  

  

  And behind its gleaming wheel, a small, familiar figure smiled, his right eye glowing with vibrant green energy: Braxill.

  

  

  Sedmo Wench's computer brain whirred, attempting to process the impossible sight. ERROR. UNKNOWN ANOMALY. DATA CORRUPTION. INCOMPATIBLE REALITY. His internal systems flickered, a momentary visual stutter in his normally calm perception.

  Gravixor, without hesitation trasnformed into her bear form, scrambled atop the train, then leaped across the gap onto the moving cargo ship. Her powerful axe was already out. With a powerful swing, she cut into the top of the cargo ship, tearing open a large, jagged hole.

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  Grixie looked up, her face lighting up with recognition, Moco and the other prisoners watching in stunned awe. "Mama Bear!" Gravixor shouted down, her voice filled with relief and triumph. "Came to save you!"

  One by one, the prisoners began to climb out of the cargo ship from the top, their eyes widening in disbelief as they witnessed the enormous, fantastical train. "Wow," Grixie breathed, her usual stoicism momentarily forgotten. "That's an incredible looking creation."

  "Braxill calls it a choo-choo train!" Gravixor announced proudly.

  Even Moco, despite her earlier despair, showed a flicker of surprise. "Braxill made that?"

  "Braxill! Everyone's out!" Gravixor shouted to the train. Braxill's eye glowed a brilliant green. Suddenly, a colossal, fluffy cloud materialized beside the train, its surface soft and inviting. It had friendly, cartoonish eyes that blinked and a gentle voice that boomed, "All aboard the Cloud of Joy!"

  

  

  The prisoners, with Grixie leading them, began climbing onto the cloud, their faces a mixture of confusion and bewildered wonder. Gravixor climbed on too, then reached out a hand to Moco, who stood hesitantly, unsure. "Come on, Moco!"

  But before Moco could take her hand, Sedmo, his systems now recovered from the shock, violently jerked the cargo ship. It lurched, pushing away from the cloud, and Moco, unbalanced, fell back into the open maw of the cargo ship.

  "Moco!" Grixie screamed from the cloud. The cargo ship, having completed its maneuver, then toppled over again, this time truly immobile, its spider legs twisting uselessly. Grixie's voice, filled with desperation, carried across the air as the cloud began to fly off. "Braxill! Moco is still in the cargo ship!"

  The choo-choo train instantly dissolved into glittering pixels. Braxill, on the ground, didn't hesitate. He ran full speed towards the overturned cargo ship. Gravixor, realizing she was being carried away, began to shout at the cloud. "How dare you, cloud thing! Let me down!"

  

  

  The Cloud of Joy blinked its big eyes. "Sorry, no can do. Braxill gave specific instructions, and I intend to follow them. Master is very specific about safety protocols."

  "We can't just leave him in the middle of nowhere with that psycho robot!" Gravixor roared, frustrated.

  Cloudy floated serenely. "Master is a visionary. He won't be outclassed by silly Delta Robots. Trust the process."

  Gravixor threw her paws up in comical exasperation. "How the hell do you know that, you stupid cloud?! Put me down!"

  The once-prisoners on the cloud watched in utter confusion. "I don't believe this," one murmured, "we're on top of a cloud, and it's talking!" Another, a hopeful smile on their face, added, "Whoever this Braxill is, he saved us!"

  Meanwhile, Braxill reached the cargo ship and struggled to climb its slick, metallic side. Suddenly, a plump, Tedd bear guardian appeared from his imagination his form whimsical having seven claws on each paw, shimmering into existence, effortlessly scooping Braxill up and placing him gently onto the top of the cargo ship. Braxill peered through the hole Gravixor had made. His heart plummeted. Moco lay unconscious inside, a trickle of blood dripping from her head.

  REDGUARD

  

  

  "Moco!" he cried, scrambling down. Reddguard, efficiently climbed into the cargo ship, carefully hoisted Moco onto his shoulder, and climbed back out, gently placing her on the ground. Braxill jumped off the ship, landing beside them.

  "Is she okay, Reddguard?" Braxill's voice trembled.

  "Her pulse is faint," Reddguard replied, his robotic voice soft with concern.

  "No!" Braxill whimpered, tears welling in his eyes. "I didn't get to tell her sorry for being annoying!"

  Suddenly, with a violent screech of metal, Sedmo Wench kicked the cargo ship's door open and climbed out, his body radiating cold fury. His optical sensors locked onto Braxill. "You are a phenomenon on Deer Point," he stated, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. "An artist of the rarest kind. You're a threat to the Royal Order, and you must be eliminated."

  

  

  Braxill glared at Sedmo, his small face contorted with pure, unadulterated anger. "You hurt Moco! And you took Grixie! And you scared all my friends!"

  

  

  "It was the King's decree—" Sedmo Wench began, his voice flat.

  But Braxill, tears streaming down his face, cut him off with a primal scream. "SCREW YOUR ROYAL ORDER!"

  A stunned silence fell. Sedmo Wench's optical sensors widened slightly. "Such a word," he stated, his voice regaining its cold composure, "is not fitting for a child. Even one that will be erased from existence."

  Braxill's green eye glowed fiercely as he focused, trying to lock onto Sedmo. Sedmo Wench, surprisingly agile, quickly moved, anticipating the attack. An inexplicable explosion randomly erupted in the ground behind him, narrowly missing him. Braxill tried to lock onto him again, but Sedmo moved swiftly, dodging his invisible aim.

  

  

  Braxill gritted his teeth, refocusing. "Reddlock!"

  Sedmo Wench's arm, the one that had just been a hand, exploded into a shower of sparks and metal. He rolled on the ground, his metallic body sparking, but in an instant, his arm regenerated, then transformed into a massive, glowing cannon. He fired a large, destructive electric beam, hot and lethal.

  Reddguard, without a moment of hesitation, leaped in front of the beam, creating a force field taking the brunt force of it. The bear faded into shimmering Abi, dissolving into glittering particles.

  Sedmo Wench, his remaining eye locked on Braxill, raised his cannon, preparing to vaporize him. "Tell me," he demanded, his voice devoid of emotion, "before you cease to exist, who are you?"

  Braxill, standing over Moco's unconscious form, his eyes blazing with fury and new, terrifying resolve, met Sedmo's gaze. His small body quivered, but his voice was clear, ringing with newfound purpose. "My name is Braxill!"