I was in the axis of the shuttle, just behind the engine, and I cast the force spell on the thrusters. It would disrupt the cruise control.

The actual speed would be 6 times the normal minimum, even 20 times because there is no air resistance.

Then I'd head for the docs before the acceleration overtakes the inertia of the shuttle's mass, which is a hundred times heavier than I am.

So I got to the spaceport and they had collision avoidance systems. Walls of elastic forces that absorbed like an airbag any vehicle or vessel coming into collusion with the dock.

I put in a force field cancelling stone but the sensors didn't feel a thing. It was as if a microwave was cooking but an opposite field was cancelling the effect. The oven would continue, but nothing to indicate that the meat wasn't cooking.

It's on the same principle, vicious, that my diabolical work was done. I was sick at heart to do this dirty work but I was fixated on the executions done by humans of innocent dragons. I believe that at that very moment I definitively lost all remaining humanity.

I was a beast, a dragon, the red dragon. The Red Death and I thought back to the words of Falkor: When I roar, the world trembles and I start to roar. But not of its... emptiness.

But in that moment, the field vanished.

I had also put a small quartz stone floating in front of the spaceport so that it also cancels the anti-collision field of the shuttle, but on their side too, their AI and their sensors don't detect the missing field. In fact, the field really exists but it is cancelled by a field of opposite phase.

The shuttle arrived 20 times too fast, triggered its retrorockets and the spaceport could not react because of the aberrations between reality and what they were measuring and the crash was terrible.

The shuttle dislocated the dock and sank deep into the structure and the nuclear reactor, amplified by the spell of force, exploded instead of being extinguished and a violent explosion caused a chain reaction that dislocated part of the spaceport. debris waltzed in all directions, and large debris. A chain of shuttle explosions inside the structure eventually reached the main reactor, on which I cast a force spell, and instead of being extinguished, it exploded in turn. cutting the flower-shaped spatio port in half.

he drifted into the earth's orbit and even though his shield was visible, everything went through. the shield prevented objects from entering but not leaving.

The fire reached the central area and caused a centralized fire. The spaceport was lost. But most seriously, it was the quarantine freighter that crashed into the birdcage. A sort of glass bubble in orbit with forests and artificial streams and a quasi jungle. the size was the size of a small town and was a place to start, rest and botanical garden in space for families so that they would not have to come back down to earth.

It was a public park and a rest area. but a brand new one had just been inaugurated and instead of dismantling it it was quickly adapted for new residents waiting for delivery.

The freighter, its moorings broken by the explosion, hit the greenhouse and the space vacuum soon froze and froze the trees and animals living there almost instantly.

The dragons panicked when the structure fell against the atmosphere, de-orbited to the horror of the earth's inhabitants, seeing the dragons heading towards certain death. I took refuge in the Vulcanus and connected to Auberone and they melted the doors and obstacles during the fall and I threw on each of them shield and feather fall.

Gather together and hold on all of you, then puncture the structure and the dragons were all caught up in the upper atmosphere and the red adults went down and shielded their bodies to keep the more fragile ones from igniting.

"The Dolomites or Montana! Choose now!" Americans are rather conservative and the Indian community will welcome them with open arms!

It's like a falling egg!

The scales reddened but the falling spell slowed their fall and speed, reducing friction.

Aqua was constantly throwing ice with the other dragons to cool the red dragons that protected the others from the fire.

Shuttles followed the fall and people couldn't believe their eyes that the dragons were curled up into a ball to make a heat shield and head towards the great expanses of Montana. Then, taking advantage of the kinetics, they separated in one go, spread their wings and all 49 of them headed towards the dense forests of Montana.

Not waiting for the rest of them, they dived on the game, deer, wild boar and roe deer and devoured them as raw tartar.

Whoaah, how they missed the salty, juicy taste of blood. They made a bonfire and danced around it, waiting for help and authority to come and organize it, but they could only see the slaughter of 49 great hungry dragons. They rolled around on the ground in the grass and half of them were flying and doing pirouettes and then all of them shouted Thank you Vermi in draconian! and all the dragons emitted a roar never heard before either on earth or on Arcadia. The mountain shook and distant avalanches occurred. The earth shook and the shaking could be measured on the Richter scale.

Then the dragons began to sing and drink river water until they were no longer thirsty, and they fell asleep, relieved to be back on dry land.

The incident resulted in no less than 6,000 deaths, not counting the androids.

Peter World fell on his ass. World's other shareholders had died as collateral damage.

It was considered the most costly space accident in terms of human lives.

The investigation was years in the making, but the main cause was an overload in the space port's reactor that lured the shuttle in too fast with the guidance beam.

The landing of the dragons was considered an act of survival by collective organization and the dragons were now considered as one united family, courageous and innocent of the events. They were allowed to stay in Montana and attend citizenship and school for the most gifted, but they remained wards of the state and had to follow the breeding program imposed on them. We really wanted to save my species.

World found me particularly dangerous and began to take me more seriously.

I was slowly changing from slave to assistant.

I was made to take the identity of one of his assistants who was single and without family or friends who had perished at the party set up at World corp. headquarters.

But we weren't free, just in a gilded cage. Slowly, but surely I was plotting our release.

I had to convince a surly banker and force the surviving members of Artemis to sell their shares at a reasonable price to World. But to do that, I had to infiltrate the Artemis and join a team of dinosaur hunters. Some of them had paid to have Arcadia originals in forbidden traffic and it seems that they even have a dragon that they are going to release that poachers from the finance world have managed to capture without our knowledge in addition to the 49.

This made me feel good and I had to participate in this unique hunt.

Objective: To kill the hunter's clique of board members,

not destroy the Artemis or Artemis, force it or compel it to sell its shares.

Same for the banker, make him sign a loan for the prototype terraformer and organize an expedition on a terraformable planet to establish colonies.

Then, find and bring back alive the dragon captured by illegal poaching.

Slaughter the hunters to raise the level of difficulty and reap maximum profits.

We could try with Zmei to make some kind of weredragons on the dinosaurs. Well, we'll see later!

Somewhere on Artemis, a dragon is loose in the jungle.

She's crying and her collar and chains are loose and she looks at her bruised hands and legs. She's swollen from the electric shocks she received.

Crying,

Whimpering.

The shuttle moves away and is told in common via a translator who survives the hunters.

They'll be here in a month. Get ready!

The dragon fell to the ground and crawled to a small stream and saw her portrait of a scorpion dragon: "Zmei, where are you my darling...???"