Lost and Thought Forgotten (Closed)

[TirithIre]

The Dragons had not been seen in over ten thousand years and to most were but a distant memory of a much different time. In those times space travel had been much less common, but the race simply known as the dragons for a good thousand years had reigned supreme. By their natural genealogy they were one of a handful of races that were able to breathe even in the vacuum of space. That, combined with their impressive physical prowess AND their affinity to connect to a planets lei lines and utilize magic’s made them superior to many other races.

As a race they weren’t unkind truly, not like the insectoids who looked to enslave all the galaxies or the Dark star elves who saw other races as nothing but beings to be tormented for their sick amusement, but the dragon’s arrogance would come back to bite them. They didn’t explore too far from the Kalizne Galaxy which lay on the outer reaches of the known universe, but once explorer’s came into contact with the Dragon’s there was a shift between the race. There were those who wanted to enslave the more mortal races, go to war and conquer, and there were those who wished more to live in an amicable peace.

Unfortunately those who sought out peace were outweighed by those who wished to enslave, and thus the most recent memories of the Dragons were that they were violent and abusive beings who enslaved those who they encountered. While it WAS true that almost all Dragons did see themselves as better than others, it wasn’t true that they were without mercy. However a time came in history where the Dragon’s pressed their luck too far, and three mortal races, Humans, Galeans (beings who resembled Vulcan’s) and Dark Dwarves all banded together and pushed the Dragons back to their home planet.

Not content to leave it at that however the dwarves ignored the calls for cease fire from the Humans and Galeans, and instead rained bombardment down upon the planet, utterly wiping out the Dragon’s, or so it was thought.

Unbeknownst to the Alliance Dieghyt had been off planet at the time. The prince of Dragon’s had been loath to leave his people, however he did bend when his own sister had begged him to go. He had fled three days prior to the bombardment, and being off planet he survived. Those who survived knew that others would come looking for any survivors, and indeed there were reports over the next few weeks that pockets of Dragon’s were found and exterminated. The entourage of Draconic scientists with Dieghyt had a plan however.

So it was one month after the bombardment that he stepped into the large nine foot tall cylinder of status glass. His tail curled passively around his leg, and handing his robe to the scientist he nodded quietly. The front of the tube closed and a breathing apparatus descended from the top. The tube slid into his mouth as the visceral fluid began to fill the tube, and soon he was floating. The cylindrical catalyst was finally introduced into the tube before everything around him stilled, he not knowing that at that moment he was preserved into stasis. His cold blooded nature would help here as his heart rate slowed to almost imperceptible, and the chamber the tube was in was then sealed. The chamber itself was lined to shield it against exterior scans, there was no direct access to it as the entry way was then collapsed, but their prince would live on… and with him, the hope of the Dragons.

Time would pass in a dream for Dieghyt, his thoughts on his people, his family who he knew within his heart would be gone forever, but silently as he slept through the coming months, years and millennia Dieghyt was safe from extermination. Eventually the Alliance believed that the Dragons gone for eternity and time moved on.

Dragon Form

Human Form

 

[CurtailedAmbrosia]

Kara Novak wasn't entirely what folks might've pictured when they thought 'treasure hunter'. A slight woman with a sweet, angelic looking face, she looked more cut out for planetside life than exploring. But looks could be deceiving. Those full lips could blister paint with her swearing, those small hands were a quick draw, and for all her smaller size, she could drink larger men under tables.

She was a woman in charge of her destiny. A gambler, a rough houser, someone good at getting into and out of trouble again with no small amount of earned coin besides. And today was a good day for exploring in search of that coin.

The figure worked steadily in the oppressive silence. alone in this forgotten reach of a forgotten planet, drawn here on a tip. Could be nothing, but her man Stevenson usually knew a score when he smelled one-and beneath this craggly rock outcropping, barely detectable even by the finest of instruments-was a sizable cavern lined with some sort of shielding metal.

She'd given him twenty credits and said she'd look into it sometime-she didn't tell him sometime would be as soon as she could get there. Something was down there. Old tech could be a gold mine. The right buyer or collector would pay thousands. Failing that, the now rare materials half of the stuff was composed of-it was worth checking out. Whether she'd melt it down or drop it off at the auction port, it'd probably be worth it.

Her armor wasn't terribly heavy-she didn't need a full on suit and the G's were relatively normal, maybe even a little less than she was used to. Her body suit was made of a black, thicker protective material that was both heat and cold resistant, a compression suit that would allow for short straight up space walks should it come to it. It was a little worn in some places, a trusty piece of equipment-with a newer looking, glowing blue jet pack strapped to her slight shoulders, fitted along the indent of her spine. Her helmet's mirrored visor reflected the small charges she was planting on the collapsed tunnel before her, a flashlight shining bright off her shoulder.

They were low impact-made to blow through the obstruction but not bring the whole place down, they'd give her access in short order.

Placement complete, she took several paces, tapped a few keys on the tech gauntlet strapped to her right forearm. Bracing herself behind a brilliantly lit shield that swirled into life from the device, she detonated the charges-and just like that, she was in. Perfect.

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It was a bit of a trek through the rest of the tunnel, but there wasn't much in way of further obstruction. No traps, oddly. Maybe this had been a space to be used rather than a space to store things. Kara couldn't be sure. her flashlight illuminated a large door at the end, long dormant, a little keypad entry to the right. That was some old tech right there-it had actual buttons! Holy crap!

Kara didn't bother with it, pulling a small tool from the belt that hung off one curved hip. She stabbed into the crease beneath the keypad, pried the panel away from the wall-and set to work cutting and splicing wires. After a moment, the doors slid open about eight inches, then crunched to a halt. Eh, good enough-she could always wedge them wider if she had to.

Straightening up, Kara squeezed through the small opening-and into a weird open space, some sort of glass tube against the back wall. Readings indicated the air was safe-Kara pressed a button on the side of her helmet, the face panel sliding open to reveal her curious frown.

The hell was this? A science experiment gone wrong? She can hear a faint whirring-the tech in this room was still active, still working to preserve whatever was inside the tube.

"Huh." Wonder what had been here. This stuff looked ancient-easily before her time, before ANYONE'S time. She stepped up to the tube and swiped a hand across the film on it's surface, years of dust that had invaded the sterile compartment-and stepped back in shock, hazel green eyes widened. Holy shit, the hell was this guy?

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, no way-" She tapped excitedly at her arm, a holographic image appearing, a rotating mini figure of the very sort of being currently before her. Hot damn, she'd found a Dragon corpse. That was insane, and probably worth something to somebody.

"Jackpot." She murmured, turning to head towards a console of some kind, trying to figure out if she could interact with it or not. Everything in the room was probably worth something to somebody. She'd head back to her ship, get the collector pod down here. Might need to blow the doors open, though.

She set a scan of the room while she looked for a port of some kind-and paused as a warning went off, a blipping indicator of life. Hell, she'd been found out...except...no...

She studied the read out, turned slowly back towards the tube. She hadn't found a dragon corpse...she'd found a dragon..

 

[TirithIre]

For the time, the lab and technology had been at the forefront of the scientific field. In the age that the Dragons had been around for stasis was an experimental technology. The only reason it worked for the Dragons was the fact that they were cold blooded, literally. The fact that their hearts and metabolisms could naturally slow to such an inert state allowed them to be put into such a state that the catalyst did work to preserve them. It was an experimental technology, but considering the Alliance was hunting for the remaining Dragons to wipe them out... well there was very little choice in the matter.

For Dieghyt, time seemed to pass in a dream like state. The stasis tube did provide his neural synapses with stimulation but he didn't actually have any idea of how much time had passed. The war between the Dragons and the alliance had only lasted a few years, but over the next thousand years the dwarves had thought all Dragons extinct, and from there the Alliance in it's entirety had taken a different turn. Humans were natural explorer's, so they continued doing that, while the Galeans were quite content to remain on planet side and expand their knowledge of galaxies, the universe and physics, and the Dark Dwarves had gone back to their looting of mines and minerals in the most dangerous and hazardous locations in the galaxies.

From there people like Kara had come into the fold. Those explorer's, rogues and cheats... they were the one's who were the 'best' at finding the lost, the hidden. For Dieghyt, there was none of that. With time the shielding which had hidden him for all that time became outdated which allowed Stevenson to get a probe's recordings of the space where the lab was located on the deserted planet.

Jarvia had once been a temperate planet before a comet had impacted the planet and knocked it's vector just enough off course that it became a wasteland. The planet had been a forest when Dieghyt had gone into stasis, but like Jarvia, many things had changed.

As Kara managed to get through the collapsed tunnel there indeed were no traps. The doors were made of a strong metal which to salvagers was worth a pretty credit, but that wasn't the true 'score'. As she got through the doors and managed to squeeze inside, she failed to find the VERY subtly wired backup system which upon the doors opening began the process of releasing Dieghyt from stasis.

As she made her way through the room, she could see the computers and terminals of the time while ancient had been perfectly preserved. Beneath the grated floor she could also see continual power generators which would never fail... and clearly hadn't for an extremely long time. As she wiped away the dust from the glass though she was met with the silent sleeping 'corpse'. Of course at first she would probably think that, though as her secondary scan alerted her to the truth, as she turned back to the stasis tube she could see that the liquid inside which had been frozen was thawing.

A screeching sound of metal upon metal would draw her attention to the bottom of the nine foot tall tube and even as she was there the scaled being slowly was lowered until large clawed feet touched down to the bottom of the tube. As he 'landed' though the tube lifted the glass up and all that liquid spewed out and down into the opening that had opened up. As she would watch the tube which had sustained him left his maw and even lowered it was clear the Dragon was just over seven perhaps seven and a half feet tall.

There was some other mechanical whirling as the top of the tube seemed to glow a reddish orange before a blast of heat shot straight down, finishing the revival process and drying him off as well. As it finished though at first he didn't move... seeming to be still as a corpse... but slowly... as though coming out of the deepest sleep ever she could see his chest rising and falling with breath before his eyes slowly opened, amber and glimmering... his clawed fingers flexing though he had to blink a few times as his eyes had some neurpoathy to them... though it passed quickly. His tail uncurled from his leg but he let out a breath as he seemed to take notice of her for the first time.

" Who..."

He tried at first, his throat sore from being tubed for so long... but clearing his throat he stared her down as he tried again.

" Who are you?"

His voice was quite deep, almost rolling like the sound of thunder but he regarded her carefully. Had the Alliance found him and was she an assassin? He wasn't going to go down without a fight... but he was confused, disorientated and clearly JUST waking up from a VERY long bout of pre-tech stasis!

 

[CurtailedAmbrosia]

Oh shit-things were happening, things were DEFINITELY HAPPENING!!

"Fuckfuckfuckfuck-" She moved to a terminal and tried to sync up with it, rapid fire typing against her forearm. She has no idea who this guy is or why he's here, but for all she knows it was due to his bloody penchant for eating people. Dragons had been no joke-there was probably a reason they'd been all but exterminated, fucked up as mass Genocide was, Christ.

There's no undoing of whatever she'd accidentally done. The rush of fluid behind her forces her to turn around, her full lips parted, eyes wide-a clear look of semi panicked surprise.

Door's open, he can't fit in a hurry-I can run, I can get the hell out of dodge and bolt to the ship in five minutes flat, maybe four, toss a charge if I got to-

Her escape plan was writing itself, her left hand itching to draw the plasma pistol in case he WAS a threat, maybe deranged from being frozen for so long-when he opened his eyes and looked at her.

"Who..."

Kara froze. Holy shit he spoke her language. One of them, anyway.

"Who are you..."

"Who am I?" She said with an incredulous, short laugh. "Big guy, I'm not the popsicle. Who are -you?-" Yeah...SHE'D be asking the questions here, not him.

His gaze was a little piercing. Aaaaand he was eyeing her in an almost...warning way. It didn't seem like the best of ideas. The size difference was damned near comical-at five two, she didn't even reach his shoulder. She's run and fought big, but not...this big. His claws looked like they could gut her like a fish and in seconds flat.

He looked a little out of it though. How long had he been frozen? Shit, if she left him here, the hell was he going to survive on?

She decides to leave her pistol right where it was, safely holstered on her left thigh.

"You're not going to be sick are you? Cause I don't do vomit." She says to fill the void, a slight crinkling of the bridge of her nose. Despite the words and bravado, she's watching him closely.

 

[TirithIre]

The technology was on a completely self enclosed system. Every algorithm that she tried didn't seem to link up. The commands were all in draconic and the language was dead so well... there was no frame of reference in her forearm terminal to connect in. Even as the release process completed and Dieghyt was certainly out of it, he noticed how she wasn't a threat, at least not in a physical standpoint.

She was holstering a blaster... though the type and make was completely foreign to him, but he figured things would be different when and if he woke up. He had no idea how long he had been 'under' for, but the Dragon seemed to cock his head as she tried to turn the tables on him with the questioning. Taking a moment, he shuddered with the completion of the process, his nervous system kicking fully back in he grunted harshly, crashing down onto one knee for a few moments though he finally shook his head.

" No... I can maintain myself."

Even kneeling he was almost as tall as her, he was truly impressive, massive, terrifying in a way, but of course he spoke English, he had dealt with humans before... though admittedly not for a very long time. Ignoring her question as to who he was for the moment he seemed to collect himself, though retracting his claws they shifted into calloused scaled fingers as he pushed with a grunt and managed to regain his footing.

" I am Dieghyt, and by the look on your face I am what remains of my race. I repeat, who are you?"

He asked it a second time though also took a step from the tube. Stepping down onto the metal grate made not only a heavy thudding sound upon impact but also seemed to cause the metal to groan from the weight of him. In his natural form he weighed in at a ton, literally. Yet he seemed to flick his tail as he looked around the lab. Seeing how much dust was in here his eyes finally did return to her.

His gaze wasn't menacing... it was more demanding of answers, though he had but asked her name for now. The loincloth surrounding his waist provided some modesty, though he didn't seem modest in any way. With each passing moment he was collecting more of himself, though seeming to move towards her he stepped up so that he was but a foot away from her and towering over her he looked down to her expectantly. He simply wanted some information from her, but he had known this was the last shot of their race, so if he WAS alive, he was the last remaining dragon. No dragon had been seen for over two millennia at the very least... legends of the 'monsters' seemed a bit over exaggerated, though by how much she certainly wouldn't know.

He had retracted his claws for her at least, trying to let her know he didn't intend her direct harm... at least not unless she decided to try shooting him!

 

[CurtailedAmbrosia]

"Good." Kara's watching him a little more worriedly now. She's no doctor, and they were ages away from one if he did have the need-but her instinctive step forward to assist felt pretty stupid in hindsight. She's entirely too small to lend much in the way of physical support.

His claws drew themselves into his fingers and he righted, speaking once more. She half believes she can feel his voice reverbating in her chest and DEFINITELY feels the impact of his footfalls through her boots and bones.

"Dieghyt." She repeats, weighing it on her tongue. Last of his kind...damn, that was heavy. Least she didn't have to deliver the news. "And uh, bingo on that, I guess. You're a myth." Kara internally cringes at her bluntness. "Er. Sorry." She's not exactly known for being sensitive.

"Fair's fair-" She adds about his repeated question, trying to resist the urge to back off or sidestep as he approaches, her head tipping further and further back. Dude was -strapped-. His shadow completely encapsulates her, her muscles tensing minutely.

Yeah, no arm wrestling contests anytime soon.

"I'm Kara Novak. Charmed." And -now- she tries to sidle out of the enclosed space between him and the console as subtly, casually as possible. "Woke your ass up by accident. You're welcome."

 

[TirithIre]

The release process wasn't the easiest to go through, the technology had certainly kept him alive... but beyond that it hadn't really been all that accurate on the process of waking him back up, though when everything finally did physically 'restart' fully he managed to collect himself so that he could function in a physical manner though as he made his way over to her he nodded.

" I thought as much. That was the reason for this place... it was to hide me until a time that I might survive. Is the Alliance still hunting for dragons?"

When she said that he was a myth though his eyes widened in surprise... he knew he had been out, but to be nothing but a myth? that was a shock to him beyond anything else.

" What... what year is it?"

He paused a foot from her, though as she introduced herself, he couldn't help but smirk ever so bemusedly as she was about as casual as a mouse caught in the corner with a cat in front of it. As she said that she had woke him up by accident though he nodded slightly.

" Well then... you have my thanks Kara Novak..."

He stepped around her though and looking towards the doors he glanced back to her as he had actually stepped past her, now standing between herself and the door. He wanted more information, and she seemed to be wanting to run, even though he wasn't presenting as a threat. Truth be told he was much more amicable than any story she had heard about dragons, and though physically intimidating AND kicking in every one of her fight or flight base instincts it was still a very different world that he had woken to, though seeming completely relaxed, relaxed for a dragon was overwhelmingly powerful to Humans!

Noticing that she seemed so scared of him he considered it a moment before he thought to offer some form of amicable solution.

" Would you be more comfortable if I changed my shape?"

There was NO mention in the myth's that Dragons could do THAT, but he could into a more... humanoid form. He was willing to do it if it meant that she'd remain and tell him more about this new world he was waking up to!

 

[CurtailedAmbrosia]

Kara didn't seem to like that. It was intentional and obvious, his blocking of the door-but not nefarious seeming, so she decided she'd play ball. She's been in tight spots before, just not with a fucking dragon.

Crossing her arms in front of her chest, she huffed an exhale before cocking a hip and leaning into the console with a stubborn look. She's his only ticket off this rock-there's no way he'd be able to fly her ship, not with this ancient ass tech being his last point of reference. He might be a giant, but she's got the ace here...so she tells herself.

"I'm PLENTY comfortable, who's uncomforta-" Her flippant dismissal (despite being rather uncomfortable indeed) was interrupted by a sudden realization of what he had said. Kara paused mid word to stare at him, her brain failing to find something smartass to say, for once.

"...do what now?"

 

[TirithIre]

Oh Dieghyt thought that might get her attention, though before that he had of course blocked off her exit for now. He wasn't interested in harming her. He assumed that she had come here on a ship and if that was the case the interface and technology would be well outside of the range of his knowledge or even comprehension. He was smart enough to realize that as well, so it was clear that he simply wanted some god forsaken answers before they'd be going anywhere!

As she let out that huff of an exhale he gave her a 'really' type look, though as she seemed to be mulling it over as to whether she was actually in control of the situation or not he stared her down as she asked him that.

" From my knowledge of Humans everything in your genome right now is seeing and feeling me as a predator and you as the prey, even if that is not my intention. I am indebted to you for waking me, so to make you more comfortable I can utilize the lei lines of this planet to change my shape into another that is more humanoid. I am willing to do that if you will answer my questions."

Lei line magic was extremely rare but WAS one of the mythical powers of the dragons... it was said that they could tap into the life force of the planet themselves and utilize supernatural powers, though of course such things were thought to be simple myth... but the way Dieghyt spoke of it it was as though it was a simple thing when in fact it wasn't at all!

He looked to her expectantly though, wanting her answer before he went doing anything at all!

 

[CurtailedAmbrosia]

Kara flushed, her eyes flashing.

Well, spell it all out why don't you?

She was quickly distracted though, as those were some...words. She was staring at him again, then seemed to shake herself out of it. "Look, I'm not so good with history lessons, okay? I can tell you what I know, and you can do...you, but time is money, and magic tricks aren't going to get me paid."

In fact, this entire venture had about been a bust. She might get something for some of the tech here and he might protest it, but honestly-she just wanted to get out of here. Someone else might come along and they might not be too keen on witnesses to a discovery like this one. Best bet was to get to port, grab a drink, and mull over her options.

"Also I mean...you might want to be sitting down, depending on when they iced you...this talk might be better for the ship." She again felt that trickling of worry and doubt-poor bastard might have a heart attack, she didn't know.

Could he really change shape?

 

[TirithIre]

Well she had decided to give a flippant 'I'm not scared of the seven and half foot tall Dragon, so well, he had no patience for false bravado's either. He wasn't quite sure why she was trying to stall as much as she was, he figured it was because she thought he might be shocked by the change of years, which while true more than likely he had already anticipated it had been a very long time considering that she had all sorts of technology that he didn't recognize.

He looked to her as she said that magic tricks wouldn't get her paid he nodded ever so slightly, though turning he walked over to the side wall he pressed a section which slid in about an inch before sliding to the side, revealing a keypad. Taking a moment to push the correct code in she'd then hear a whirling grinding sound as an eight foot tall section of the wall slid to the side, revealing a secondary room that was only about five foot deep by seven foot wide. It was nine feet tall though and smooth with metals, though curiously the floor was connected with some strange glyphs.

Stepping into the circle it began to glow in a humming circular fashion, and from there his hands literally began to glow. His amber eyes seemed to fix on her as she could see that an energy current was transmitting from his hands and feet into the circle and vice versa. It took a few minutes before he was able to pull enough energy from the decrepit state of the planet but he did indeed begin to change shape. First his tail and horns dissapeared, but from there he physically shrunk from seven and a half feet to six foot two inches. His scales melded into human flesh and his maw morphed into a humans face. Draconic tattoos appeared across his shoulders and arms, though no one currently alive would recognize the language. His hands and feet turned into human versions and when he was done the larger loincloth seemed to simply drop away from his waist since it was sized for a Dragon, revealing that in human form he had a very long and thick cock, his heavy balls there as well. When he finished she could see that his eyes remained amber and reptilian, but the sizing and posture was much better for fitting onto her ship.

Unabashedly he stepped from the runed circle and turning at the door he picked up a small box which was no more than two foot by two foot wide and deep, though stepping out he no longer presented as the Dragon who had kicked all her survival instincts into overdrive. Handing the metallic box to her he nodded expectantly.

" It is locked, but once we are on your ship I will give you access."

He still towered over her but not nearly as much, and this way he could certainly fit on her ship which would make leaving this place easier. He paused a moment though as his head snapped towards the entrance tunnel.

" I can hear engines."

His senses were much stronger and better than hers, but only a moment later her own sensors would confirm it... someone else WAS coming, but it seemed Dieghyt was agreeing to go with her, though he gave her a look as if to say 'Well? are we leaving or not?'

 

[CurtailedAmbrosia]

He finally moved away from the door, and Kara perceptively relaxed. Now it was less blackmail and more-wait, where was he going? She eyes the abandoned door but doesn't move towards it, instead following a few paces behind to see what he was up to. She can't deny being curious-she knows what she said about magic tricks, but the fact was she could never quite resist poking her nose into things she shouldn't.

The next room was smaller and a hell of a lot stranger looking-Kara doesn't enter, just watches from the doorway-her eyes tracing the strange glyphs as they began to glow-widening a fraction to see he was watching her intently.

Well, guess it's a show.

The changes weren't instantaneous but didn't seem to cause him pain, muscle and bone reforming, regressing into itself as he shape shifted into a very convincing, very male human being. He's still really fucking tall-least a foot. Ripped, too. And...well-he's far from the first naked man she's seen, but she can't help feeling at least a -little- impressed-except holy shit dude, decency!

Kara pretended to scan the glyphics, tapping at a key or two on the holographic display that swirled over her forearm. He moved from the center, bold as brass and heading for a sidewall. She stole another glance when his back was turned, following the muscles of his back, the indent of his spine, that ass.

Huh.

She snapped her eyes to his face as he approached with the two by two cube of a box, handed it over to her. "That's more my speed." She said approvingly, Kara weighing the box in her hands, pretending to consider the offer. In reality, she wasn't going to leave him here.

"I can hear engines."

Kara frowned, a glance to the swirling display just as an alert came across. Shit.

"Then it's go time, my no longer scaly friend." She shoved the box back into his naked chest, a quick pivot out of the side room and to the door with the small eight inch gap. Hell, he was still too big for that-Kara drew her side arm and fired at the keypad-sparks rained down and the doors snapped open.

Four ships on the way. Definitely time to go-who knew what other friends Stevenson had clued in, bloody bastard.

"Hold onto your junk and c'mon-" She was a quick little thing, no doubt about that-she didn't waste time down the tunnel, but bolted. He'd see the wall of rubble she'd blown through, the long dormant hall that had led to him.

It was dark once they were above ground, the tunnel opening up into nothing but wasteland and desert, the planet dead and dying where it had once been lush jungle.

Kara was typing at her forearm again, a ship's thrusters were heating up in mid air before them-as the half rusted craft's cloaking flickered. "Dammit, thought I fixed that-"

Even with the ridiculous leaps and bounds in advancement, he'd be able to tell her ship was a Frankenstein monster of various models, paint jobs, and level of Rust. Or at least...that's how it appeared.

...and okay, mostly was.

A loading door dropped on bottom side of the ship and she was in like a light. He'd see they had entered in a small cargo hold, a smaller exploratory and hauling ship to their immediately left, a larger hold beyond. She turned right and climbed a short ladder, sprinting down a short hallway and towards the bridge. He'd see a few open rooms if he cared to glance in-there was some sort of hygiene med bay with an unworking droid, a workbench with various half built machines strapped to the walls, a bedroom-unmade bed, a leisure suit draped half over it and half on the floor-and a fourth room where the automatic door DID actually function. It appeared this part of the ship was a 'back alley' sort of section-it ended at another ladder which led directly to the pilot's chair.

"We're not sticking around to say hi-" She tossed out as she appeared at the nose of the ship from some other way, throwing a bundle of mismatched men's clothes at him, then herself into the curved pilot's chair. There was a second chair beside her and room for three others in the raised portion behind them-a larger door that presumably led to other areas of the ship.

It looked like it could hold a crew of five, but currently was manned by one.

She flipped several switches in the panel that rose to her left, ducked her head as the crystal display lit up before them, gave the illusion of windows into the outside world-when in fact it was all readings and camera feeds. She sees them coming without even looking at the radar-they're that damned close to landing.

"You lucked out, Dieghyt." She says as she flips a few more switches, engages shields, considers her path. "Those are Zero's men. They're all a lot uglier and meaner than me."

The dock closed and the ship hovered a moment, landing gears withdrawing mechanically. Everything tilted-hopefully his naked ass wasn't in one of her good seats, dammit. "Slower too." She adds, a grin.

And then she punched it.

 

[TirithIre]

Dieghyt knew the greed of humans, as well as the fact that barter was going to be necessary. He also.. well to be frank did not trust her, though he was proving himself quite sustainable and though a pain in the ass mentally, was certainly quite the... specimen personally. He wasn't intentionally giving her a show, though neither did he necessarily care that he was giving her one either. The process while not painful was certainly a strange one, but Dieghyt transitioned well.

As he rounded the corner she was already blasting the door and with strong quick strides he did keep up to her well. He ran easily with no pause in his step, his gait letting him keep up with her as they came out into the open. For a moment he paused at the 'transformation' the planet had undergone since the last time he had seen it. He didn't really have too much time to think on it though, even if it did give a clue of the grasp of time which had passed he was looked to the ship.

Dieghyt wasn't quite as fast as her into the ship, and as he entered the cargo hold he was inclined to go exploring though as she re-appeared, though he smirked ever so slightly, though as she threw the clothing at him he caught it and simply nodded.

" Rivals?"

He asked curiously. After all Dragons were... or had been highly competitive and possessive, so well, he was more curious towards her relationship to the others, though he certainly did understand the idea of running from five ships... even he in his prime wouldn't have wanted to take on five ships even in his full draconic form. Pausing as she was climbing into the cockpit to get them out of there, he heard the name Zero and shrugged. The name meant nothing to him, though as he finished up with a pair of simple black pants he managed to JUST slide into a seat as the entire craft lurched and took off.

The ships weren't really there for her so they continued down to the planet, leaving her to punch through the stratosphere and get into space. Dieghyt was quiet as he looked to the stars though.

Similar... but different

He thought to himself, though settling the metallic box into his lap he did watch her intently from behind. She was tough, confident in herself and her bravado wasn't mis-placed. Overall he did like her, though he doubted they would get along well. She was clearly stubborn and hard headed as well. Dieghyt while not the most passive dragon was still a Dragon, so he imagined that their wills would clash. It was yet to be seen whether they'd actually stick around one another though.

" Where to next??"

He asked curiously since the imminent 'threat' had passed. He still had many questions and she HAD promised to answer them in exchange for allowing her to leave the planet, while he in turn bartered his passage onto her ship, he wasn't sure how far that would get him really.

 

[CurtailedAmbrosia]

One of the ships took interest in their exit, a reversal of a landing-but too late-they had blown past them, the ship shaking alarmingly as they exited the atmosphere-finding purchase in the coldness of space.

"Rivals?"

"Ehhhhh I wouldn't say that, entirely? More like I've been unfairly discriminated against." Somehow that sounded a bit like a lie.

Zero's stupid gang was a constant source of annoyance-so maaaaybe she'd under cut them a few times and beaten them to some scores-so what? His all points bulletin was an overreaction in her opinion. Which was exactly why they hadn't stuck around.

A sparking tunnel spiraled into existence at the nose of the ship-and the worm hole snapped them through several light years of travel. There'd be no trace or trail to follow-the ship rocking into place and beginning to orbit a small moon on some other forsaken planet. She liked to pretend it was her moon, given there wasn't much on it but a dinky settlement with some fifty people.

Kara unfastened something at her throat and her helmet depressurized, the ace pilot tearing it off of her head in triumph-a shock of red revealed in the movement. "Ha! Blew right past 'em." Her short hair was a bit unruly, some fluff to it despite the helmet-furthered by her absent ruffle of the dark red waves, distractedly tucking a lock behind her ear.

"Where to next?"

"I've gotta decide that Dieghyt. Depends on if they realized who I was or not, a bit." A shrug. Didn't sound like he had a destination in mind either. Hm.

And it rubbed her a little raw they were going to cash in on her find. Her brief bit of cheer shifted to a near pout, but what could she do?

"I hope they choke on that score." Kara said with a sigh, tossing the helmet into the empty co pilot's seat and turning her chair around to have more space to cross her legs, one ankle resting on one thigh.

She worked a boot off while grumbling to herself about 'steroid fueled pissing contests' and 'always gotta be a pain in the ass' with no small amount of breathed threats towards someone named 'Stevenson'-who's days were apparently numbered if she ever caught him in an alley somewhere.

Without her helmet, her face could be seen in full-a pleasing profile, classically beautiful, even. A delicate, long bridge of a lady's nose divided her symmetrical face, noble looking with a bit of an impish rounded end. Large, dark lashed eyes in a kaleidoscopic hazel color, an innocent air that belied her rather crass mannerisms and attitudes. Full lips and a slightly angled jawline-giving her a heart shaped face.

She had it in her to be beautiful, but fell more on the side of cute than anything. It didn't help she was so petite-but there were curves there. Curves that were becoming more apparent as she slid out of her jet pack and pressed the small emblem on her chest-loosening her armor so she could shuck it off over her head.

Full, round globes swayed slightly as she moved, no longer restrained by the suit. The white shirt she was wearing offered a small amount of decency, though it looked to be all she had had on under the torso armor. That, and some sort of necklace. The silver chain disappeared beneath the shirt. She tossed the worn equipment aside too, turned her attention back to her 'guest'.

"Alright. You don't seem adversely affected from being a popsicle...probably good, the medic droid's been broken for a year." She considers him a moment, messing with the chain absently before she folds her hands in front of her. She still has the bottom of her suit on, the pistol holstered on her thigh, her tool belt.

"You wanted answers, right? Much as I can offer you anyway." Who knew what he had in the box-might not be a complete loss after all. He could have been bluffing, though.

It'd serve her right, accepting the box sight unseen...but again-not like she was going to leave him there, and DEFINITELY not leave him Zero's men. Press ganged into service or some shit, who knew?

Either way, dude was here, and she had to think on their destination anyway, might as well serve as his discount 'historian'. She leaned back in the seat, arms crossed behind her head and one foot idly tipping the seat back.

"When did you get frozen anyway, Dieghyt? That tech looked old."

 

[TirithIre]

Dieghyt smirked ever so slightly to her little statement. The truth was he didn't believe she had been unfairly discriminated against for one moment, but then again he wasn't about to claim that he knew everything... he was just an ancient magical Dragon who could change shapes and who knew what else he could do? He was a complete mystery. Even the holographic projection of his species had been from one of the last printed descriptions of the species. He had begun thinking through some of his own thoughts, sinking slightly into such things.

Her announcement about not knowing where they were going to be going caught him off guard as well, though as she tore her helmet off he was surprised by the sheer redness of her hair. His hearing picked up every baited threat, mumble and curse and silently was bemused. After all she seemed quite different compared to Humans that he remembered, but who was he to judge really.

Even as she slid out of the jet-pack and her armor slid off her, he noticed the full globes. Appreciation for the form was evident even as she was clearly so petite, but in the end it did 'work' for her. As she turned her attention back to him she'd find his gaze fixed upon her, and though he may not currently be seven and a half feet tall with claws, scales and a tail, but that gaze was JUST as intense as it had been when they had first 'met'.

An eyebrow cocked curiously as she said that he wasn't adversely affected... truth be told he felt a bit cold, but it was warm enough on the ship so he didn't bother to complain about it. As she leaned back in the seat though with her arms crossed above her head he admired her curves, though seemed much more interested as well his 'discount historian' as well. The fact she asked what year he had been frozen gave him pause as his mind was still fully waking up.

" Six thousand, seven hundred and eighty four was the year... about six months after the Alliance bombarded Draconia."

There weren't even accurate historical records of that time period, there had been a lot of galactic re-structuring and who kept track of the dates of a genocide. Internally he was still struggling with the fact that they were all dead, but he had known that going into the pod as well. Truth be told it didn't make things any easier.

" By your inclination of old, I'm assuming we're at least a millennia in the future?"

He was only half right, though he still held the two by two box in his lap... the top had his families seal on it, the twin dragons sweeping around one another in a circle with a draconic etching in the center. He hadn't been bluffing, but who knew what the last of his families treasure was worth these days? It may very well be nothing, he didn't know. He did know in his day even the Dark Dwarves had envied it.

He didn't bother thinking too much on that now... he was much more interested in knowing the truth of what was going or... or more accurately... what year they were in. That would be a grand start to this whole conversation!

 

[CurtailedAmbrosia]

Kara whistled, her hazel eyes almost dazed looking for a moment. Hot damn-that was...well, that was a while. "Lucky you weren't there, eh?" She commented about the bombardment-and then seemed to regret it, a fetching bit of color flushing her cheeks. He might not quite feel that way. "Er. Sorry. Heavy shit." She amended, briefly averting her gaze. He was staring at her pretty intently.

Kara felt a little conflicted, now. Anyone he could have known was long gone-and it sounded like his world had been pretty grim even before that, what with orbital bombardments and some war with the Alliance.

She almost doesn't want to give him more bad news. But...he deserved to know. He was already sitting down, and if he was grimly looking at one millenia...why not nearly two?

"Dieghyt uh..." She frowned, shifting forward again, her hands on her lap. "Well-" She cast a glance to her left, pressed a button on the steering column still raised before the seat. "I mean you're close." She mumbled.

The brilliantly lit display of the moon flickered away, blue numbers and letters appearing on a black background, casting them briefly in shadow.

The display read: Anticedar, Year 8032.

The times and days on several recently visited planets scrolled beneath the boldly outlined date, some sort of additional widget scrolling various jobs on the black net next to that.

She watched him. "The Alliance ain't much for wars these days. More into banking-far as I know." She shrugged, leaning back in her chair again, adjusting the display to show 'her' moon once more. "I don't keep up with politics much-my type is rarely in any side's good graces anyway, so I don't bother."

The events of his world were so long ago she can't hardly fathom them. Dragons were myths in this day and age...phantoms.

And here she is talking with one. "So...how come you were frozen? You piss off the wrong guy, or did you -wamt- to be a popsicle?"

 

[TirithIre]

His gaze narrowed ever so slightly as she commented that about not being there for the bombardment. He wasnt sure how to feel, but relieved wasn't really how he was 'going with that'. He finally sighed, though nodded.

" It was ultimately our fault. There were two main divisions of Dragons... those who thought that every other race was beneath us and should know that, and those who believed that we could live in peace. I was part of the latter."

As she said his name though he glanced back to her, considering that he was already pretty down about himself, though when she brought up the year... he seemed to freeze in shock.

" I was... trying to make light..."

His eyes took in the numbers... over two thousand years. He could hardly believe it... but then again she had nothing to gain from showing him this, and the travel log confirmed it. His head spun with the impact of it all, and truthfully, not because she wasn't speaking clearly, Dieghyt didn't really hear much about the Alliance, though she didn't really linger or put impact on that. For a few minutes he closed his eyes, his entire frame slumping. There had been a part of him that had hoped some others survived, but that didn't seem to be the case.

As she seemed to press him for information his eyes suddenly snapped open, that same ferocity seeming to flash through them that had sent those shivers through her when they first met. Annoyance was clearly written on his face, but he shook his head finally. She couldn't give him one moment to grieve? to him, his entire world, people, and legacy was gone... but then again a part of him knew it would be. Dieghyt's heart hadn't fully given up hope though, until now.

" I was frozen as a last ditch effort to save our race."

He snapped a bit more harshly than he would have thought, but he forced himself to ease his tension with some breathing. After a moment he tried again.

" We knew the Alliance hunted us by our DNA combined with our natural pheromones. By freezing me we hoped to allow at least one dragon to live on, even if it was only me. The truth of the matter was that I was the crown prince of Dragons to the ruling clan of Draconia."

He shook his head as he looked down to the box.

" Now, I am all that is left."

It was a very sobering and grim thought indeed. She was right to break the news in the way she did, he wouldn't have handled it well standing up. Truth be told he wanted to rip the Alliance apart in a galactic war of rage, but that wouldn't accomplish anything, so he was left with a feeling of helplessness. There was nothing left for him... or so he thought.

 

[CurtailedAmbrosia]

Oh shit-Kara went shock still, but she remembered where her pistol was, should it come to it.

He didn't appreciate her prying. She probably shoulda left him alone for a while or something-her mouth had gotten ahead of her brain.

Again.

" I was frozen as a last ditch effort to save our race." He snapped angrily, and Kara's hazel eyes narrowed a fraction, full lips pressing together. She let him have that one. She probably deserved it. Didn't mean she had to like it, but-well, fuck if she was going to try and tangle with a guy who just found out he was older than dirt and the last of his kind.

"Oh."

Maybe he was telling the truth, or thought he was. Maybe he was crazy. But crown prince or not-boy was he bumming, having to rub elbows with her!-his final statement and the ensuing quiet left her feeling...

Bad.

She rose to stand, not sure if she should touch him or not, wary of showing weakness and also not exactly inclined to recieve another look like he'd flashed her, the one that stiffened her muscles and made her feel like a caught triloch.

She runs a hand through her hair instead.

"That's...well, like I said, heavy shit." Everybody had a sad story to tell. You give an inch here, an inch there, next thing you knew you were six feet under. Had to be clever, and hard, and cynical in her line of work. But...he just looked so forlorn and hopeless sitting there in his borrowed pants, a prince only of himself in a strange time and a strange world.

She awkwardly casts around for something to say. "Look, Dieghyt..." Too soft. Kara rolled her shoulders, found her 'fuck all' attitude even if it was a farce.

"You'd better just hold on to that box, I'm thinking." She rubbed the back of her slender neck, suddenly busy toying around with various controls on the panel, half turned away from him, twisted to do so.
"Not trying to do charity work here, offer up a freebie-but it's probably nothing I need anyway." She stopped short of calling it 'junk', but that's half of what it felt like. She's trying to wave it off-she's not feeling -bad- for him, or anything. Definitely not trying to do him a -favor-.

"Since I was heading to Tharalar anyway-" Hadn't the petite woman said she didn't know where she was heading earlier?

"Might as well take you along, drop you off somewhere with opportunities since it's not inconvenient for me."

Nope. Not at all. Took her into an unfriendly port Zero considered his territory, but it was a legally run one, she'd take her chances if meant giving Dieghyt SOME kind of leg up in the world.

Kara certainly could have used one when she was dumped into things.

 

[TirithIre]

Slowly the dragon's eyes softened, though for a moment she must have thought he'd be willing to lunge at her and attempt to rip her apart, claws or no claws, but as that gaze softened, all she was really left with was the sadness of someone who had lost everything. Then again people lost everything every single day... however most knew it was coming and had been 'able' to prepare. The mentioning of a millennia hadn't been for jest despite his bravado towards it, the stasis system had been set to wake him after one thousand years, they had all agreed that if there was still any Dragons around they'd be in hiding still but by a millennia that the Alliance may not be hunting the Dragons as much.

Something obviously must have happened with an error or malfunction of the system, not that it made this any easier to swallow but it did explain things... though the exact cause he would never know since they had left the stasis chamber for this Zero's crew who had shown up. Many people lied... and Dieghyt could very well have been doing so as well just to hide to nature of his being 'turned into a popsicle' as she outlined, but only Dieghyt knew that it was indeed the truth. He still remembered the Bombardment, the way the Dark Dwarves had played the visual of it over the Galactic transmission waves for all to see... Dieghyt remembered it as though it was yesterday.

Yet he had to toughen up as well, and deal with the here and now. A slight nod to her comment that it was heavy shit was the only indicator that he acknowledged her words. Heavy shit was right though, and even as she said his name, the tone more than anything caused him to look to her.

Of course he picked up that she was doing him a favor over letting him keep whatever was in the box, but even as he saw that she had a destination entered already, he thought about what she said and it did ring true... who knew if Vibranium Ore which in his time had priced for an obscene amount of credits in the galactic market would be worth anything today, but he knew her intentions about the box.

The faintest of smiles creased his lips as she said that she was heading to Tharalar... he knew that Tharalar place, it had existed even in his time, though of course had been a much different place back then. Back in his day Tharalar had been run by the Galeans, and they were the most amicable of the more 'mortal' races as he liked to think on it. Of course he didn't know she was heading literally into the wolves den just to drop him off, or that she ran a huge risk by doing so, but then again having even a humanoid Dragon 'in her pocket' could be quite the benefit.

" thank you Kara."

Those were the first words he had said to her in quite a few minutes. He knew she could have literally dumped him off on an asteroid, though whether she even knew that he could survive in the vacuum of space he doubted, so her willingness to take him anywhere was appreciated. People lived and died every day, and in her world that had happened quite a bit more than what was standard... but the Dragon WAS appreciative of her efforts, even if she tried to hide her own sentiments and kindness, Dieghyt saw it for what it was, though he didn't embarrass her by saying such out loud.

Setting the box aside for a moment, he got up slowly and seeming to stretch a bit, he twisted to and fro before he went over to her. There was nothing threatening about him in regards to this, though he looked down to her and nodded.

" I remember Tharalar, Unless it's no longer in the same system it had been. I may not be good with dates, but planets and systems should be familiar."

He jested EVER so slightly about the dates thing, but it was a start. He would have to work through his own loss, but projecting that pain onto her... well that wasn't fair to anyone. Instead, he simply looked to the stars and sighed. He didn't know what his purpose would be, but really, that was life in general. He'd just have to take things one day at a time.

 

[CurtailedAmbrosia]

"Thank you Kara."

She heard him but didn't say anything, just a 'flippant' shrug, her back now fully turned as she made adjustments and checked a few movements of...well. Authorities. She knows a good way though, and thinking that through gave the heat she felt in her face time to fade.

The portable worm hole tech-she'd stolen that. Experimental and after a lot of dicking around and jerry rigging she'd gotten it set to this empty place, mostly by accident. She figured it might rip the ship in half and throw her out into the void one of these days, but so far it'd been handy on more than one occasion. She just wasn't equipped or knowledgeable to mess with it on a day to day basis. Better to leave well enough alone, least for now.

Wasn't to say she didn't know a trick or two, spatial bylines and highways, roundabouts and the like. She heard him set the box down and get up, but was mostly distracted with a small holographic map of the surrounding galaxies, mentally doing some fast and 'winging it' math.

Kara was not a large woman. She'd even lost an inch or so, taking off those boots of hers. He might consider it odd, a slip of a woman like her venturing into the reaches of space, excavating and exploring dark and forgotten places all alone. Anything could have been in that tunnel, after all...then again, she seemed like a woman who knew how to handle herself.

When she wasn't distracted, that was.

" I remember Tharalar, Unless it's no longer in the same system it had been. I may not be good with dates, but planets and systems should be familiar."

"That was the spirit. Sometimes ya just gotta push on and think la-!" She was still distracted even as she half turned back, eyes still on the map before she realized just how close he was, damn near tripping into him. She was quicker on her feet than that though, regaining balance mid-movement-and quickly reaching a hand back to steady herself on the console, lean backwards a little.

"Christ- you're tall." She interjected, those kaleidoscope eyes flickering from his chest to his face. She was jealous. No lie.

She shook herself, the grin returning with a smack to his arm in a show of camaraderie with her other hand. "You'll have to see what all's changed then! Shit, it's a whole different world out there, lots to explore, discover, learn-" Adventure. It's what she was living for. That and survival, but they went hand in hand, if you were doing it right.

"And that's a good place to start for ya know...foundlings, orphans, jailbirds. ...Dragon prince-lings." She's still not sure she believes that, but he seemed to so she'd take it in stride.

His highness was probably used to better digs than these, though. But maybe not much on personal space. What do the tattoos mean?

"...I'm sure I can find you a shirt somewhere around here."

 

[TirithIre]

Her singular focus allowed him to sneak up on her even if that hadn't really been his intention. He simply wanted her to know he was appreciative of her efforts, even if in her world she had to be strong headed and completely independent spitfire solo captain. He had already picked up on that, though as she studied her own tech he studied her from behind.

Without the boots she was definitely even shorter, and yet she had curves there. He certainly did find it curious that she would travel to such lengths for adventure, but then again even in his time Humans had been the one's to push the boundaries of exploration. As she half turned though he grinned slightly, though as she managed to regain her balance he stepped forwards, stationing himself for a moment right near her, though his eyes seemed to peer into her not with malice anger or frustration, but with curiosity and could it be even a hint of desire?

As she smacked him though he didn't even budge, though he smirked a bit more in bemusement. He 'let her out' but just because he was interested in her, though he nodded ever so slightly. It would take time for him to fully move past the amount of loss he had to go through, but he would get there... eventually. As her mind fluttered through different thoughts though he shook his head about a shirt.

" I don't think I need one... do you?"

He asked curiously... and even as he said that he quirked an eyebrow. Of course out in space it tended to be colder, but in the ship it was warm, though not hot enough for his liking.

" Could we raise the heat in here?"

He was genuinely curious about that, though if she wanted to know more about him... well she'd have to ask, he wasn't going around telling her ALL his secrets right off the bat, what would be the point in that??

 

[CurtailedAmbrosia]

"Yes." Kara said seriously, "Gotta keep this place professional lookin'."

She was already descending the ladder, pausing to glance back up at him, only her eyes visible for a moment. "Can't be prancing around like a bordello advert, distractin' the captain." She laughed, an uninhibited mirthful sound.

Then he asked about the ship's temperature. "Sure, but if you start feeling light headed, damn thing's cranking out fumes again." Hell, it was half a miracle life support worked.

"Won't put on a shirt but wants the heat turned up..." Kara pretended to mutter to herself, leading the way back down the little hallway, her bedroom.

The bed sheets were rumpled but clean, a faint feminine scent of spice and sugar to them as well as in the compartment full of clothing she busied herself with. It looked pretty messy in there. "Only got one set of living quarters, so dunno what you're going to do, but I'm sure there's a comfy nook somewhere, if you're wanting the...non popsicle variety of sleep."

She tossed some sort of red, airy silk think out and onto the bed, what looked to be either a blanket or a cultist's robe-and then she found a captain's coat. "Oh hey!" She'd 'borrowed' that too. "See here? Respectable." It was a minimalist piece of clothing, navy blue with straps on the front to draw through and attach to the corresponding loops on the other side. It'd fit his shoulders, but he wouldn't be able to close the thing.

If he did deign to put it on, it had the opposite intended effect-he looked more appealing somehow, not less. "You see a Captain Jarrow in your travels-tell him Kara says hi." She says with grin, one that suggested doing so might not be the best of ideas.

 

[TirithIre]

He managed to NOT point out that this 'place' was an amalgamation of multiple kinds of ships, a boat load (so to speak) of stolen technology that she probably didn't even fully understand. Instead he simply followed after her, he smirked though again didn't mention that he was immune to most gases and poisons.

Instead as she pretended to mutter that he was near her, and his superior hearing picked the comment up.

" Well unlike you warm blooded humans, while I appear to be human I am not."

He pointed out, though as she mentioned only one living quarters he eyed the bed but shook his head. He doubted he'd fit anyway. The red airy robe like thing he dismissed straight off, but as she brought out the captains coat he slipped it on just to humor her, though as she mentioned that he nodded.

" I'm sure he'll be thrilled."

He teased, though giving up on the thing closing he eyed her curiously.

" So, I take it this is better?"

He asked as he certainly filled it out and even as he regarded her he turned and headed out of her room, cause, well he didn't want to intrude more than he needed to. Climbing back up the ladder she'd have a nice view of his backside, he not even shy, not one ounce of him humble in any way shape or form, though in a way SUCH a strong male could certainly be... intriguing in it's own right!

 

[CurtailedAmbrosia]

"I'm sure you can get yourself a nice sunning lamp someday." Kara teased back, filing that information away for later.

She watched him pull on the jacket, drawing in a breath through her nose, lips pressed together-before she shook her head. "Yeah, nope, not sure it is. Looks good on you, though."

He turned and left and Kara didn't follow, just a "Don't touch anything glowing!" warning called after him. She'd rather he not get himself or her ship blown up, thanks.

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Ten minutes later she reappeared, freshly showered and with her hair pulled back into a short ponytail, pieces at the front framing her face in a messy yet rather alluring way. She was wearing a form fitting black flightsuit, a pair of planetside boots on instead of the heavier ones for exploring hostile environments.

"All right, let's get this baby going." She said, sliding into the pilot's seat once more. She interacted with the holographic map and plotted their course (now that she had had more time to think about it, maybe they wouldn't take that roundabout through the pirate infested asteroid belt), dragging and tracing her fingers here and there, orange dotted lines following.

Thrusters engaged, she took them out of orbit and set them on their course-autopilot would do much of the rest, save a tricky spot a few hours out.

"So. Cold blooded, huh? And did the tattoos automatically come with a human form, or you just choose 'em?"

 

[TirithIre]

A grin crossed over Dieghyt's face when Kara said that, it clear he liked that idea, though as she sucked in her breath at the fact that the jacket only enhanced his handsomeness Dieghyt gave her a curious look, though shrugged as he headed out and she said that he let out an amused chuckle as he waved in the air back towards her.

As she reappeared though Dieghyt was in the main cockpit area at one of the side terminals. His fingers were tapping over keys on the interface as he was clearly studying the current state of the galaxies via the ships database. It may not be the most interesting of stuff, but well, he wanted to get an idea of how things were in the universe today.

He did turn though as she returned and smiled to her look, she was definitely a short, dainty looking thing, but she also did have curves and had a spirit that the Dragon found quite... well to be perfectly honest with himself sexy. As Kara slid herself into the seat though he turned to face her as he leaned back in his seat and nodded.

" Yes... Draconia was much like earth, the perfect balance only a tiny few more degrees towards the sun so it was always nice and hot there."

He looked to the tattoos though Dieghyt glanced to them though shook his head as well.

" Each one is a marking of my family, in resemblance of them. We knew it was very likely when I had to flee that Draconia would not survive, so when I came up with this form I wanted something to carry them with me always."

He clearly was working through his pain, though having the markings to remember his past while living in this future... well it was helpful! He countered though as well.

" What about you Kara? do you have any specific tattoos?"

He was curious about her, but didn't want to push too hard... at least not in a social way.