Forth Chapter. there will be a small fight in the next one.

Disclaimer: i already explained in previous chapters

Ch. 3. First day on the team

Harley was studying some machines of different types in a shed. There was wide variety of different colors, shapes, and sizes. Sharp, loose, bulky, green, red, blue. Harley or his pokemon couldn't believe how many there were.

"Most of these were as prizes during races," Artha stated.

"So these are gear used by dragons and/or humans for races?" Mightyena asked.

"Pretty much," Kitt answered.

Harley was staring at two kinds of gear in particular. One was red and looked kind of like a rocket. The other was white and looked folded up.

"Hey, yo, what kinda gears are these?" Harley asked, pointing to the red and white gears.

"Those are red thruster gear and white aero gear," Connor answered his question.

"The red thruster gear directs stored heat like a rocket, and is used for mostly gaining incredible speed, and can also be used for lift, stopping, and defense," Parm explained, "White aero gear, on the other hand, goes on the upper body of a dragon and is mostly used for gliding, but can also be used for preventing your opponent from overtaking you. When used together along with stablizer gear, they enable you to fly."

"Thank you for taking five minutes out of my life to explain that," Harley said sarcasticly, rolling his eyes and looking over his shoulder. Parm once again had that offended look on his face. Kitt, and Lance laughed slightly at the comment. Artha just had a smirk on his face.

"You don't have to be so mean to Parmon, just because he explained a few things," Sarina said in Parm's defense.

"Yeah," Artha agreed, "Even if it was another of Parm's ongoing rambling." Parm got that come-on look on his face.

"Sorry. Kinda still tired," Harley stated.

"Apparently," Kitt replied. Harley glared at her.

"Well, let's worry about the gear later," Connor said, "Let's see how your dragons will do in races first."

Later...Penn Stables practice track...

Harley was wearing a blue helmet, pretty standard looking.

"OK, first question..." he trailed off before continuing, "How do these things stay on?" he asked while trying to adjust the helmet. "And do ya'll have anymore?"

"Sorry, but that was the only spare helmet we could find," Connor replied, "And those helmets self-adjust to fit there owner's head comfortably."

"Now, I see," Harley said as his helmet stopped moving. "But this thing looks stupid on me, doesn't it?"

"No," everbody, except for Connor, answered, trying to supress their smiles.

"Thanks. That really helped," Harley said sarcasticly, rolling his eyes. "So, how do I do this?" He looked toward his dragon that already had a blue and teal sattle on.

"Just tell your dragon to mag you into the sattle, Harley," Connor instructed.

"Alright. Mag me, Litening," Blu Litening nodded, then magged him into the sattle.

"Now, grab the handles in front of you," Connor continued, "And place your feet on the back pedals." Harley did as instructed.

"Alright, this feels werid," Harley commented.

"Don't worry, country boy. You'll get used to it," Kitt reassured him.

"Country boy?" Harley questioned. Kitt had a smirk on her face.

"She does that to me and Parm, too," Artha said. Harley just shrugged

"Alright, before we start, I'll run through the controls," Connor started explain to direction the handles should be pointed in order to get certain movements out of the dragon. He even add how the pedals work. "For right now, though, we'll keep it easy and don't worry about which buttons to press, until later," he finished. Harley had a slightly confused look.

"Don't worry it'll take practice," Sarina reassured him.

"Doesn't everything?" Harley muttered.

"Alright, are you ready, Harley?" Connor asked as he took out a stop watch.

"As ready as I'm gonna be I guess," he replied.

"Alright. Ready. Set. Go!" Connor said as he started the watch.

Harley, immediatly, pushed the handles all the way forward and his dragon bolted from the starting line. Harley was glad he at least had a helmet on as the wind rushed passed him.

"Those extremly windy day ain't nothin like this!" Harley yelled over the wind. Litening was used to it, however.

"Harley, remember, you should conserve your dragon's energy," Connor instructed over a screen.

"Woah, never seen anything like this," Harley said mostly to himself, "How am I suppose to know where my dragon's energy is at?"

"You should see it on your control panel, in bars," Parm replied. Sure enough, there was his dragon's energy level. Harley eased back on the controls, and his dragon slowed down a bit. The wind eased up also but it was still blowing by fast.

Both him and his dragon were about to come to the first bend. Connor's instructions on the pedals played over in Harley's mind. 'It's just like controlin an airplane' he thought. He applied pressure on the left pedal and his dragon got a few yards away from the inner curve.

"Woah, look at that," Lance pointed out.

"He must be using the pedals," Parm said.

Harley began hugging the inner edge of the track from there. Awhile later he finish the track. Litening panted slightly.

"Hmm, 1 minute 28 seconds," Connor said impressed.

"It ain't that hard," Harley stated, "It's just like controlin an airplane."

"You fly?" Kitt asked.

"Yeah, all the time since 12," Harley said proudly. Blu Litening growled.

"Once a week," Harley corrected himself. Mightyena cleared his throat.

"Once a month."

":Pikaaa:" Pikachu said dryly. (note: phrases in these ":" mean the pokemon, that can't speak human language, talked)

"Three times," Harley said with his head low. Kitt, Artha, Lance laughed. Harley gave them a death stare.

"Alright, alright, that's enough," Connor said, "Harley bring your Airow over here, and let's see how he does."

Awhile later, Harley had got back to the starting line, this on Airow.

"1 minute 28 seconds?" Connor raised an eyebrow.

"Why did you get the same time for both dragons?" Lance asked.

"Slowed down abit," Harley replied, shrugging.

"Well, I guess we'll take a break," Connor said, "Why don't you kids show Harley around."

"Sure," Artha said, "Come on, we should probably get some gear for you."

Later...At a gear shop...

"Hey, how about this one!" Sarina held up a foldable dark purple staff with black marking.

"Nah, not into purple," Harley commented.

"What about this one," Parm held up a green staff. Harley made a noise similar to a game show buzzer.

"Sorry, try again," he said afterwards. Parm had that offended look, again.

"Hey, how come your always being a jerk to Parm?" Artha asked.

"Will you get off back, man," Harley retorded. Artha got that look, now. "Sorry, man. Still tired you know," Harley apologized scratching the back of his neck.

"Alright, I guess," Artha had a confused look still. 'Guess he didn't get any sleep.' Harley, then yawned. A loud growl could be heard all of a sudden, making everybody jumped slightly. Parm, however, flew up and nearly touched the ceiling.

"What was that?" Kitt asked.

"That's Mightyena's cry," Harley answered.

They walked quickly to an aisle where the cry came from. There sitting down with a foldable staff in his mouth was Harley's Mightyena. Pedro was standing next him.

"I think you'll like this one, boss," Pedro said.

"I hope he didn't slobber on it," Kitt said with a disgusted look on her face. Mightyena growled at her. Harley took the staff out of the wolf's mouth. It was blue with white markings and had a light blue thunder bolt marking spiraling down the staff.

"Nice," Artha commented. Everyone nodded in agreement. Harley then petted Mightyena.

"It looks like a staff the members of the Inner Order would have," Sarina pointed out.

"Who is the Inner Order?" Harley asked. Pikachu and the other two pokemon obviously wanted to know the same thing.

"We'll tell you later," Artha said "Right now let's head back to the stables. Everyone agree, then Harley walked up to the cashier. Along the way he spotted a helmet that looked similar to a baseball helmet, that was purple and gold.

'Just like the colors of the Lakers' Harley thought as he picked it up. He brought it, with the staff, and a comm-link, to the cashier.

"Will that be all, sir?" He asked. Harley nodded. "Alright, that'll be 28 drakals."

"What...the hell is a drakal?" Harley asked.

"Here, I'll pay for that," Parm said as he paid the guy.

"Hey, yo, I owe yo one, man," Harley said, "Guess I oughtta stop being a jerk to you."

When they walked out of the store, Kitt commented.

"That helmet looks pretty weird, Harley."

"Hey if you don't like the Lakers that your own opinion," Harley said.

"Who are the Lakers?" Artha asked. The rest of the crew wanted to know that, too.

"A basketball team," Harley replied as he put the Comm-link on his right wrist. "So, how do ya'll work this thing?"

On a roof not to far, Justine and Blarre were looking for the kid Moordryd couldn't deal with. Justine was using her binoculars. The crew was just about to leave when Justine nodded. Blarre then fired five rounds of Orange Implosion Gear towards the crew. Just as Harley got into his sattle, his eyes go wide, and at the same time his pupils quickly go from round to slits, then back. He turns to see the implosion gear heading for them.

"SPLIT UP!!" he yells as he gets his dragon to move. Confused, the crew turns their separate directions and run just as the gear hits the ground, causing a series of small explosions.

"What in the Magna Draconis was that?" Artha asked.

"It looked like Implosion Gear," Parm answerd.

"But where did it come from?" Sarina asked.

"Yeah, and how did you know it was coming, country boy," Kitt asked, suspicious.

"Uh," was all Harley's answer before their dragon's and started to growl, confusing everyone.

"So, you must be Harley," said an icy voice. Everyone looked to see were the voice was coming from. Two girls, one dark -haired, the one with white-hair, and their dragon jumped down from a nearby roof. Parm jumped behind a nearby streetlight.

Really spells confidence doesn't he? Mightyena said to Pedro. (note: phrases in these '' mean all creatures are talking to eachother

"Well if it isn't Justine and Blarre," Kitt said angrilly.

"What are you doing here?" Sarina asked.

"Let me guess. Word sent you to do what Moordryd couldn't." Artha smirked.

"Shut up, stable brat, if you know what's good for you," Justine threatened.

"Guessin ya'll are good friends, huh?" Harley asked sarcasticly.

"What do you two want anyway, Justine?" Artha asked.

"Oh, just to deal with your newest crew member," Justine smiled evily.

"Your cruel," Kitt growled.

"Hah, please I'm not gonna fight some girls," Harley laughed. The rest of the crew looked at him. He was pretty confident, despite the fact it was fake. "Plus, if your related to Moordryd," he continued, pointing to Justine, "Ya might as well go home." He hoped it would be enough to make her turn around and walk off.

"I am nothing like my pathetic cousin," she snapped making Harley's smile disappear, "And from what I am hearing your to much of a coward to except my...challenge." She smirked stressing challenge. Harley's eyes went wide.

"Yo, what's the word ya'll say when something's goin wrong?" Harley asked.

"Scales?" Kitt replied.

"Huh," Harley said, "I'll use that later. But for right now..." He trailed off.

"DAAAAAAAAAAMN!!" Harley sook his fists in the air causing him to sake.

"What's wrong?" Sarina asked.

"Yeah, didn't you say you were gonna walk away?" Artha said.

"Well, I had intentions on that, but, I can't walk away from a trainer battle," Harley said upset. Everyone gave him a confused look.