The rattling was easy enough to spot, easy enough to hear, with all due sincerity this was a result in poor coordination on their part.  The Mercenary was deliberating Ryoko's actions regarding their captive, the same captive that secured an exit for the rebels.  That made three escapes concurring from the Mercenary, and by what means one wondered.

Magic.

He was a steel heart, unable to even access the power of the mystic.  He was able to brandish a cheap replication through his kakugane's special ability to replicate spells, limited in 3 slots.  His passive skill virtually deeming himself an armadillo, usually non-lethal, but when the situation becomes frenetic enough it could change within that instance.  They escaped when it became that instance, needless to say this befuddled the rational thinking and emotionless contractor.  These thoughts were almost inherent and locked in.

His ears twitched, breaking his train of thought and his eyes quickly averting to the location of the factory housed on the world.  His eyes darted straight up at the warship the Trident.  It seemed as if Clacverk had all but submitted his sanity, but a general's intentions were not to be questioned.  What would alarm any "normal" human being, simply proposed a modicum of concern, and a turn to the palace only to walk away.

"I'll seek penance when this has ended.  The sins can pile up until then, Twilight Town awaits."

With a whisper, the heartless approached, and opened up a path for the mercenary.  A portal, about the size of a doorway, seven feet by three in length.  It seemed as if a person would be walking through infinite darkness with no end in sight.  The mercenary took head and moved swiftly through the passage the heartless created, as it swallowed itself up behind him.

//Traverse Town (Roughly 8 mins Later)------

He strummed plainly through the street, the cobblestone pavement, a mosaic design or two at every set of steps top and bottom.  What caught his attention more than anything, were the number of refugees on this world.  They reminded him...of himself, lost after a tragic encounter with his master.  A few years ago, he began to suspect his memories, but abandoned the thoughts upon joining empire ranks.  As Salforge's hands sifted through his pockets, children raced past him, as if engaged in a game of life or death at the speed to which they ran.  Bright orange hair, velvet red, two sets of caps, quickly disappearing into the second districted, a barrier erecting behind them, with a red hooded teen leaning against the second district door.

"This place...has changed some since last coming here." he said rather hesitant. To make matters worse, things weren't as pleasant as he'd of liked to believe.  The past that chased far behind for roughly twenty some odd years, was about to make a substantial leap into the present.  Salforge approached the doors to the second district, passing the red hooded teen and touching the door, suspiciously, but noticing no such "restrictions" applied as with those children that ran through moments before.  He tilted his head

"[color=9e0b0f]Nothing to see here.[/color]"
"My thoughts exactly, ghost."

Then the teen in the red hood suddenly vanished.  Salforge proceeded to enter the second district, his eyes instantly fell upon the clocktower, "Looks like the cover for the base is still in tact.  Small interior, massive exterior." from the entrance to the second district he jumped several meters to the door leading into the clocktower and proceeded to enter and made his way to the largest mid-sized clock.  Changing the big and little hands to 3:16.  It slid to the right, activating a hidden elevator and the mercenary stepped inside and proceeded down, with the clock moving back into position, and re-synchronizing with the actual time.  There was a small indent on the clock that manually stopped just that one, and as it slid back, the indent popped back disabling the temporary stop, this was the failsafe to prevent the elevator from revealing itself at AM and PM times automatically.

Down he went, traveling to the heart of their well-concealed factory.  The empire chose to enter as refugees and build the factory here that way.  Similar to Ghepetto's shop which he built himself, but to the knowledge of the townsfolk and it's representatives.  Salforge stepped out of the elevator and marveled upon the contents of the lobby leading into the main-hallway.  He was ahead of schedule but was greeted by another general, who offered a much more [i]hostile[/i] welcome.

"[color=00746b]YOU!  SALFORGE![/color]"
"[color=f26522]Thats enough--O'um Van Glieth.[/color]"

The mercenary raised his hand in greeting.  "[b]Commander Capricious, General O'nam.  I'd feel for you if that were possible, you get an unreliable mercenary to boss around for stay.  More importantly, I have information to share with you, thats my whole reason for coming ahead of General Ryoko.  Lets talk.[/b]"