Quiche Rivera was an outstanding by-product of the Techno-Wizard M.O.M conversion process. He was an earnest warrior who learned the deadly martial arts. Combined with proficiencies in energy weapons of immense destruction, he was an ultimate fighting machine. He was part of an elite search and destroy team of dragon hunters, the 109th Colombian. One particularly vicious and conniving dragon had made his residence within ten miles of an economically important iron mine. Sensing that danger would befall the industrial city quickly, the 109th Colombian was sent within hours of the confirmation. There were thirteen members of the 109th, or as they were more commonly known, The Pepecitos. This was a fond name given to them by the population whom they protected so valiantly.

The Pepecitos arrived on an menancing day, one cast over with thunderclouds and light rain. Immediately, Quiche new what was going on. The twelve others quickly confirmed his instinct. The dragon was summoning a ley-line storm. Dragons had a tendency to summon these storms to show off who the local power was. Also, they knew he was going to be a tough opponent. For only elder dragons had the energy required summoning a storm such as the one that threatened the horizon would take. The thirteen 109th "Pepecitos" each readied their gear in haste, acknowledging the rising tension in the air.

Within minutes of their entering the jungle, the downpour started. It rained the ten-mile walk, a heavy rain that washed away the soft earth from beneath their feet. Several members, had it not been for a TW Crazy's powers, would have suffered broken legs and severe sprains. As the jungle began its slope up the western side, the rain stopped. It didn't fizzle off, just stopped in one big final wave. That's when the 109th new they were in trouble. Looking backward, to where the rain still fell gave testimony to their standing on the ley-line itself. Not knowing what would happen next left the Pepecitos in complete disarray. For ten seconds nothing happened. The trees danced to a soft breeze that floated down from the sky as lightning played across the clouds. Glancing upward, Lt. Reuben Valdez saw it first. The black abyss he stared into swallowed him whole and then he knew his doom. The others shot a skyward look to gaze into the very abyss that left Valdez falling over backward, tripping over his own flailing body. They vaguely heard his tortured screams and missed seeing him claw savagely at his eyes.

The void of darkness spread ominously across the trees. The rhythmic pulsing of large, leathery black wings fanned the jungle. A long whipping tail snaked through the air, as if attached to a string being pulled by an unseen puppeteer. A powerfully muscled body hung suspended above, looking as if the sky itself bulged at his bulk. The outline of long fore and hind limbs was barely visible, fading in and out of the body's blackness. From the body emerged a thick neck that wavered from left to right. At the end sat the head of the void. A crown of onyx horns ringed his head, his mouth slightly opened, hinting at the contrasting white swords that lie within. Above his mouth, found deep within their own caves were his eyes. Penetrating orbs of shale death. From the eyes that locked his gaze, he heard the voice. The voice that was indescribable, the voice that were a million voices all shouting at once, yet each one was sweet silence. The voice that fell like snow and cracked like lightning, roared like the river then sang like the wind. The voice that trickled into his ear and exploded with napalm force in his brain. The voice that captivated him and soothed him like a baby. The voice that whispered amid the hurricane, "You cease to exist...."

The 109th Colombian was never seen again nor was any trace ever found of their bodies. The unnamed dragon had completely wiped away the single greatest dragon fighting force the world did not known.