When they reached the camp, Butch threw Syber's limp frame to the ground and kicked the light crystal in the center of the cave, causing it to flash on. Wicket rushed in and sat down on the largest carved stone, smugly crossing his arms in defiance. Butch turned to him and glared.

"Move." Butch said.

Wicket crossed his legs and kept his position. Annoyed, Butch whacked Wicket across the face and tossed him to the side before sitting down on the stone.

"My chair." Butch growled, giving Wicket a warning glare. Wicket muttered something under his breath and picked himself up off the ground. He stepped towards another of the seats. Geist leaped in front of him and shrieked, "MYY CH..CH..CHAIR!", before letting out a vicious cackle.

"Geist, I'm warning you!" Wicket spat, raising a fist. Butch chuckled.

Another voice, this one female, called from the back wall, "You know, Wicket, there's always the floor."

"There are four seating stones!" Wicket shot back.

"One for Butch, one for Geist, one for me, and one for the provisions. Where does that leave you?" She replied, stepping into the light. The glow of the crystal illuminated her delicately chiseled golden frame and the sharp blades that were forged into her arms.

"The provisions don't NEED a chair!" Wicket snapped.

She chuckled and said, "The provisions need a chair more than you. Our team needs them. We don't however, need you."

Butch let out a deep bellowing laugh and said, "That's enough, Razr. He knows his place."

"He doesn't seem to act like it." Razr coldly replied.

"You don't know your place!" Wicket shot back to her.

Razr grinned and folded her arms. "You aren't challenging me, are you? Wouldn't want to scratch up your armor, now would you?"

Wicket glared at her but said nothing in reply.

"That's what I thought." she said.

Syber slowly opened his eyes, hearing snippets of their conversation. His face throbbed with pain and his core felt tired and weak. He looked around the cave before pulling himself into a sitting position. He felt the side of his chest where there was a caked on silvery ooze from Wicket's beating. He coughed up a bit of plasma and put a hand to his aching face.

"Wh...where am I?" Syber wheezed.

"Butch, what is that?" Razr said sternly, gazing intently at Syber.

"Wicket found the little scrap out in the husk heaps. Figured we could use the kid for target practice while we wait for it to die." Butch replied with a wave of his hand.

"Ack! You disgust me!" Razr snapped. "What did you let him do to the kid?"

"I just roughed 'em up a little! Nothing too serious!" Wicket shot back.

"Nothing too serious? Wicket, you've pulverized the poor thing's face!" Razr yelled.

Wicket flinched as she stepped towards him and replied, "So? It was just a bit of fun!"

"I hate you." Razr replied. She turned back towards Syber and reached out a hand.

"What are you doing, you fool! The kid's an underdweller! He's not one of us!" Wicket shrieked as she began gently wiping the crusted ooze from Syber's battered face.

Syber winced at first, but gazing into her blazing yellow eyes put him at ease.

"What brings an underdweller to the surface?" Razr asked him softly. Syber could feel the warmth of her core radiating from inside her, and his burned stronger almost because of her presence.

"I...I want to be an..insurgent!" Syber coughed.

"He can never be one of us!" Wicket growled, glaring at Syber and Razr. Butch looked on at them with indifference, and Geist sat on the edge of his seat.

"Let him prove it." Razr replied, shooting Wicket a challenging grin.

"But he's merely a child, a scrap from under the ground! He has no experience and no value to this team!" Wicket ranted.

Razr narrowed her eyes and scratched Wicket across the face. Wicket shrieked and then aimed a punch at her face. Razr dodged the blow and kneed him in the gut.

"It's obvious an underdweller would bring more value to this team than you have." Razr said.

Butch tilted his head in aprehension. "Who's going to train him?" Butch asked, crossing his arms.

"I am. You know I'm qualified. I was trained by one of the best, before..." Razr said, trailing off and looking solemnly at Geist.

"Before the incident." Butch said, finishing her sentence.

Geist scratched his neck and began to drool.

"Well what's the point! The kid'll die anyway before he even sees a real fight. He couldn't even take me on!" Wicket said, glaring at Geist.

Razr sighed. "If I train him, fix him up, and the like, you won't be able to touch him in a fight, Wicket."

"Are you so sure of that?" Wicket taunted.

"I'll...try." Razr said, looking back at Syber. "You really are pitiful." she whispered, only loud enough for Syber to hear. Syber lowered his eyes, and Razr sat down beside him.

"Hey, you should've seen me when Butch picked me up. And Wicket was even worse. We're a family, like it or not. Sure, some of us hate each other. But that's just how it is. And I won't let them touch you again." Razr continued to whisper, lifting his chin.

"Butch, you're not seriously considering actually letting this kid be one of us! He wasn't even forged with any weaponry modifications!" Wicket said.

"All the more reason to keep him is to shut this idiot's face!" Razr said.

Butch stroked his chin and let out a hearty "Hmmmm..."while Razr, Wicket, and Syber looked up at him expectantly.

"Please, can we keep him? I promise he won't cause too much inconvenience." Razr begged.

"Well..." Butch began.

"We can't just throw aside such a fresh young scrap of metal!" Razr interjected.

"If anything, I suppose with training he would make for good target practice or even a decoy." Butch said.

"So that's a yes?" Razr pleaded.

"Supposedly." Butch replied.

Razr shot Wicket a defiant grin of triumph before she pulled Syber to his feet.

"Wicket, move the provisions." Razr said. "The least you could do is clear him a seat."

"Make me." Wicket hissed.

"Geist?" Razr said, gesturing at her acid green companion. Geist stopped drooling and looked up at her.

"How about you teach Wicket here a lesson!" Razr said. Geist gleefully leaped to his feet.

"Fine! Fine!" Wicket spat. "I'll move the gacking supplies! Yeesh!"

"Maybe you do know your place after all." Razr said.

"I'll show you!" Wicket growled under his breath.

Razr shrugged him off and helped Syber sit on the carved stone once Wicket had cleared off the provisions.

"How come I have to sit on the floor?" Wicket growled, watching Razr tend to Syber's wounds with envy.

"You're welcome to haul in and carve out your own stone." Razr said.

Wicket folded his arms and said, "I already did. And the little scrap is sitting on it!"

"I'm sure he has a name, don't you?" Razr said.

Syber nodded.

"And what would that be?" Razr asked.

"S..Syber." Syber timidly replied.

"Syber? That's a warrior's name. Well, now, Wicket, you know what to call him. And don't let me catch you calling him anything else." she said softly.

Wicket scowled and spat at Syber's foot.

"Wicket, only Geist has an excuse to do that. And even he knows better." Razr said. She then grabbed a small stone from the floor and began dabbing at the remaining wounds on Syber's face.