After the incident with the spaceport, all intact ships were thoroughly inspected. The Vulcanus did not escape further inspection.

The ship's log and the bugs did not mention any suspicious activity or the molecular replicator. Nothing like weapons, suspicious objects, jammers or explosives.

I was in my room, in the shape of a dragon, and I was alerted to the visit of AI inspectors, fine bloodhounds.

I then cast an illusion spell to cover the hidden areas of the ship.

The inspector with a black hat and welder's glasses (expression for round glasses).

He didn't need them and it was just a decorative trick.

He had the plans in his head and compared the details of the plans with what he saw. He stumbled across some pebble tracks but didn't look any further. It must have come from the mud and dirt in the tires of the shuttle landing gear.

He scanned the corners with a special tool and saw no abnormalities and then questioned the CEW for suspicious transactions and anomalies.

Nothing out of the ordinary. Small anomalies typical of ships on long voyages but nothing suspicious.

However, they found the secret museum and made a verification report of the authorizations to hold such precious art objects. Then they saw the pedestal and his colleague remarked: "At the rate things are going, if he stuffed a dragon, it would almost be murder now. We see them more as immigrants than as species, so much they have in common with us.

They can all communicate, they all have a religion and their language is compatible with ours with a translator. Except for the size, wings and scales they are like us, but better said some.

I'll make a note of warning not to try to put an original dragon on the base. There are enough copying devices and even androids to mimic them.

The inspectors left as they had come, and I was relieved.

Weyland made me take the identity of Eva Longhorn, an assistant who died in the spaceport.

I.D.'s and plenty of food in the magical spaces of my rings. The eggs being in the bracelet of Falkor, their natural progenitor.

I also had the guidance systems in pieces for a V3, the rest of it useless. The rocket section is useless now. I prepared my carnage well in advance. For the explosive, just a little reagent in my breath saliva was enough.

I then disembarked at another spaceport and boarded a shuttle of course having passed the controls and spent some time at the spaceport's shopping center.

I took the opportunity to stuff myself with ready-made meals and a handsome, rather well built guy came and sat at the table where I was devouring spare ribs, drumsticks and other spicy preparations.

The guy came and sat down at my table and said, "Hello, miss, you don't mind if I sit here, all the tables are taken, and since I admire your appetite, you make me want to grab a bite to eat with you."

I nodded in agreement, but also as a sign of territoriality like reptiles do. A dragon reflex.

Travis, Travis Ryer, that's my name!

Ah, I see you're boarding the Artemis! I see your luggage.

Slurp, yum. Then I wipe off and return to a less unsightly position: So you're the famous Travis, chief hunting instructor for Artemis Corp.

Eva, Eva Longhorn!"

"Ah, you're one of World Corp's secretaries, but what are you doing here?"

"Currently, I'm on leave and as you can see, I'm on my way to Artemis."

"But it's a jungle, a wild planet of all danger. Many hunters have lost their lives here."

"That's what excites me, and you see, Trevis, I like safaris, but not just photography. I like hunting. You don't get to the position I occupy just by its charm, if you know what I mean."

Trevis: "I'm really interested in you! I can't wait to see you back in combat gear. I hope it's not just words, don't disappoint me!"

He walked away and a clump of hair fell to the floor, severed by a spare ribs knife, stuck in the wall very deeply. It took Herculean force to drive the knife so deep into the wall. He made a facial expression: "That's a good one, I'm beginning to like that one. Then he made the haircut with horror! "Better not make her angry, that one.

Then it was time to board and as I was travelling light, I didn't waste any time at the luggage check-in.

But you could see the disorganized hunters bringing in all sorts of prohibited weapons who protested and had to finally move their stuff through the hold.

Many went for antelope hunting, crocodile fishing, monkey killing, and for the more fortunate lion and tiger.

The less fortunate hunted smarter and harder android animals but the real ones hunted real animals but the cost was true too. Trophies didn't sell.

They were earned.

There was a real hunting academy with courses, simulations and virtual universes to teach.

There was something for every purse

Family safaris were organized and there was the annual hunting competition followed by the secret trophy hunt that all insiders and the wealthy looked forward to:

the dino hunt and for the best of the best, the dragon hunt.

Finally, the shuttle was disembarked and each was assigned his room and his cryogenic capsule. The 3 month trip was not as long, but I wasn't interested. I had a lot to do, oh yes, a lot to do and a lot to prepare.

Trevis reappeared as an instructor on board and reminded us of the safety rules of the ship, the carrying of weapons being strictly forbidden, physical and strength tests for the hardest expeditions, the canteen, the prohibition to eat while hunting because of the smells and predators.

I didn't care about his gibberish but I had spotted my targets. They were a perfect match.

Fuchur and Zmei became great friends and played together in the pen they were to join in the evening. They had made a human friend, Yawatha, an Indian from the Indian Reserve. They often played together.

Tomorrow is the first day of school and I'm going to school! Too bad I can't stay with you!

Zmei and Fuchur looked at each other! And Yawatha looked at them: "Don't tell me that... I'm not!"

Fuchur said, "If this is going to be fun..."

Zmei blew on Fuchur's neck and the necklace fell apart by the corrosive acid and Zmei's fell apart, frozen by the liquid nitrogen from Fuchur's breath.

CRAK

Yawatha, hop on our backs and guide us to your school.

They arrived at a concrete school, reminiscent of a huge teepee, and Fuchur and Zmei hid there at night.

The next morning the alert of two fugitive dragons was issued. Teams with nets and drones searched for them, but it didn't take long to locate them.

The two dragons were hidden in the school and when the headmaster entered his office, the two little dragons rushed in.

He almost had a heart attack when he saw all those teeth. Then Yawata reassured him.

"They're my friends! They cry every day to come to school. They want to learn like us and graduate. Besides, school's been free for 200 years for everyone..."

Professor Mokassin, from an Indian ethnic group, sat down and thought when he saw the motivation of those two!

Well, I'll sign you up. Dragons are gods to me and I am honored to have you as students. But you will have to stay at your reserve. I am not kidnapping you but there are still aberrations in the administration. They don't stipulate race in the registration documents. Your address is the reserve and the reserve is in Indian territory, as is the school.

Once registered, school is compulsory and must be attended. Whether you are an immigrant, illegal or regular, the school protects you.

Welcome to our school.

The students were excited to see two dragons in the back of the audience at the opening of the academic year.

All students were given a personal assistant with the lessons and a refresher program was set up. Even illiterate students could be caught up and brought up to speed.

Fuchur and Zmei made a big splash and soon became the school mascots.

Classes began and the dragons had holographic paper on which they could take notes. Of course their textbooks were in English, but they were taking notes in Arcadia Common, but they were personal notes.

They didn't go to the blackboard anymore but an avatar head was projected on it and they had to answer questions. A first test.

They were asked to write down the alphabet and they passed. Then simple calculations that they passed brilliantly compared to other humans, more distracted and less motivated.

Then it was music class and scoring and everyone was asked to sing and it was a general laugh.

How much fun is school!

Journalists then disembarked outside the school to witness the capture of the two fugitives.

Special intervention forces with nets and flying tanks arrived to protect the students from the dragons.

But it was the headmaster who came out and invited the journalists to watch the two dragons apply themselves to the math class and to actively participate in the lessons given. To the astonishment of the journalists.

Moccasin: "It was the students themselves who went to get the two dragons so that they would not miss the academic entrance. They are under my protection and are registered as students. They now have the right to education like all immigrants. There is no mention of any race in the registration.

The principal inspector tore the paper with the regulations out of Moccasin's hands and the local population was scolded to protect the dragon children.

"Inspector, I hope you're not going to play cowboys again here on an Indian reservation. It would be in very bad taste especially with the election of the new sheriff coming up."

"They're in the classroom taking their lessons with the other students." he added.

"But they have to go to the reservation, they don't belong here!"

Moccasin: "It is now! The law stipulates that they must follow and be present at school."

"Stop fucking with me, they're dragons!"

"And I'm an Indian! We all know what discrimination is! You're on an Indian reservation and dragons are the property of the reservation. There's no harm done."

"You're risking innocent lives. Imagine them arguing with a human and fighting with one."

"Many blacks have been victims of burns from their skin, even some in wheelchairs..."

The angry detective fired his men.

"And then??? they're going to go downtown with their buddies...?"

Moccasin: "No, they'll go back to the reservation on their own, their legal address. They'll do their homework there, but tomorrow they'll be here for their classes, the next day and so on. "

They'll stay on the reservation during school breaks."

"Hmph" said the inspector as he turned around! "Damn rules!"

That evening Fuchur and Zmei returned with copies of the school registration. The staff and caretakers, annoyed by their bravado, had to bow after consulting a lawyer.

The other dragons congratulated them for their initiative.