WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH screamed Quetza asleep on my lap while Sargos and I were talking.

Me: "He's in bad shape, he's just had head surgery but his soul is damaged."

Sargos: "I'll believe anything you tell me, but you're a Devourer! A destroyer of worlds. You're willing and obedient, I'm willing, but there's no way to prevent a catastrophe.

I do not wish to be your enemy, but I will defend men as you defend dragons.

You will return to Luna 1 and we will escort you to a World colony where you will not be a threat to Earth.

This is my only friendly proposal."

Priestess: "Commander, we need her for our dragon, they're to be married, they're officially engaged. "

.....

Sargos: "You're a tough cookie! We'll have to take you with us!"

Guatemalan President: "This is a matter of survival for the god of our people. We want him to be well and to stay with us. This is our treasure and national pride. We protest officially. She must provide him with care. He may die!"

Sargos: "Okay, you're forcing me to stay here. But at the first glance, we'll shoot first.

Vermithraxa, when is the Marenostr due to leave?"

Me: "In two weeks, the equipment will be lifted into orbit on the platform, but we have several missions to complete to redeem all our subjects."

Sargos: "You don't understand, it's not about money, it's about international concern."

Me: "Commander, I didn't choose this body! Being a devourer frightens me as much as you do. I didn't use any powers because it's like a black hole. The more you use it, the bigger and greedier it gets. And I don't want that at all. I want to live with my husbands and my children and enjoy life like you."

Sargos: "You're coming with me to the base for a few hours, I want to see what you're capable of. But don't be minimalist, we've got reports from World and the Arcadia council who described your powers against Profion and his golem."

Me: "We blew it up with a modified 200-year-old V2..."

Sargos: "Stop playing games with me. You have powers that others don't."

Me: "I've learned the Mystic arts like healing and self-defense, but the defenses can be reversed."

We took off with Volcano and Razorback and Quetza.

The Incas protested but could do nothing against the equipped soldiers.

I entered a huge hangar with hundreds of shuttles of all shapes and sizes.

All kinds of missions were possible with such equipment.

"Whoa," I said, "what a beautiful shuttle.

Turbo lasers? Focal nitrogen crystals?"

Sargos: "I can see you're a connoisseur. Where does your knowledge come from?"

"Oh, I was a nuclear engineer in my previous life... OOPS."

"!!!!!!! WHAT!!!!!!!??????"

Sargos became more threatening! What's this story???? Were you human????

"I bowed my head in submission and, with tears in my eyes: "Yes, I had an accident and lost my life and was reincarnated as a dragon on Arcadia with all my memories.

We have been persecuted and martyred since we were born.

Please, Mr. Sargos!"

Sargos: "What scares me is a bit like cats. They charm, beg, cry, and once they're settled in their territory, they're terrors.

It's good, when you are settled, that it will scare me. You have the knowledge to build an empire."

Me: "We entrusted our lives into your hands... You could have killed us on the journey many times and you still can...

One pistol shot and we're finished. It's not our scales that will protect us from your lasers...

Yes, we're stronger in hand-to-hand combat and we know how to stay alive in the vacuum of space...

"WHAT!!????" Sargos shouted! "Can you withstand the cold and emptiness??? Living in space????"

I said, "No, you can't say live, but move around a little, and float in the void."

Sargos: "Even space isn't a voting booth! I want to see that for myself! As an ORBIT!"

He ordered the pilot.

"Madam Vermithraxa, I underestimated the threat you pose! And, I have a power that has been passed down through my family for generations. I can tell when I'm being lied to! And you are no exception."

"Turn on the polygraph and we'll calibrate it."

"Ah, your brain is much bigger than the dinosaurs' and ours! Well,

"Do you work for World?"

- Yes.

"Were you born on Arcadia?"

-Yes

"Is it Monday?"

-no

"Do you have a debt?"

-yes

"Are you 18?"

-no

"Were you born in 2219?"

-No. -No.

"All right, we're done with these stupid questions."

Shit, I don't have spells to hide the truth or the lies, they exist but are in grimoires that I don't have, unfortunately.

There, we've arrived in orbit!

"Come out into the void and show me if you're lying or not."

I arrive in front of the aircraft exit bay, I take a deep breath and I throw a shield over me.

The airlock empties and the cold assails me but I hold on.

I leave the ship in low orbit and spread my wings.

and I fly around the ship and land on it. I walk outside and stick to the wall. With my microgravity spells (a variation of the Reverse Gravity spell) I can land my paws and move around like on earth.

I walk around the aircraft carrier and after an hour, I come back to show that I have nothing.

"Brrr, it's cold out there!" I complain!

"Can I have some coffee or soup to warm me up a bit?"

"A reaction I like. At least you won't be tempted to massacre the coffee and vegetable farmers."

Bam bam bam bam! Quetza jumped on me!

"I was so scared they threw you into space!"

"Quetza, can you see the stars? They're ours! We can travel and fly through space and emptiness! They can't! The whole universe is ours! We're free! We're free! "

Quetza: "I love it when you talk like that!" And he gave me a good tongue twister.

I really wanted him.

These humans were bothering me! But I had to deal with it.

Volcano and Razor coughed loudly and looked at me jealously.

Come on, you too!

And I gave them a tongue trick like this. You could tell right away the power that emanated from them.

Sargos was outraged. "Oh, dragons! You're on my ship! This is a military ship, not a brothel!"

I said, "I'm sorry, but we've suffered so much, we're in need of affection! We're dragons and we have needs too, but it's not easy to hide these days..." I threw a spade at him.

Sargos: "I see your ambitions aren't military or conquering, but rather basic, which reassures me."

But we're not done yet!

I'm going to launch targets into space.

If you don't destroy them, you don't come down and you're sent to a penal colony in the center of the planet IO on the ocean floor and an orbital cannon destroys anyone who tries to reach the surface.

FEAR

Hop, and he sent Volcano out the airlock!

He screamed in fear, disoriented! Before he had time to breathe, he was in the void.

He flapped his wings frantically, he screamed, but nothing came out of his mouth, not sound.

He was crying but his tears crystallized and soon he couldn't see anything anymore, crystals on his eyes. his protective membrane deployed too late...

He tried to breathe and as a result he spit out frost which propelled him backwards and he started spinning on himself like a beheaded chicken.

It was humiliating and degrading.

Me: "I don't find it amusing at all, Commander, it's degrading and cruel! Look how he is suffering!

He's in total panic and he's going to end up getting hurt

.

Sargos: "Then go get him..."

"I rushed to the airlock and Razor was ejected too.

He was in the same posture as Volcano, but he kept his cool.

He curled into a ball and stabilized with the lightning on his thorns. There was an electronic propuslion and he spat lightning that reacted like a plasma in a vacuum and a beam hit the ship's shielding and made a hole in it which fortunately didn't pierce, but it went beyond the protective field.

He took a flat stance and stabilized himself like a shuttle and he propelled himself into the vacuum and after a few tries he flew like a fighter shuttle. and he fired salvos like a war shuttle. Plasma propulsion was powerful and fast.

Razor suddenly felt at ease and found that flying in space was exhilarating like flying on Arcadia.

He was like a kid who'd just been given his first motorcycle. He was ecstatic!

He started taunting Volcano, who felt at a disadvantage, and the rage went to his head. He began to warm up and his scales began to crackle, he took on a sailboat-like posture and the radiant thrust made him move through space. The heat melted his tears and his protective membrane was back in place.

He folded his wings into a V-shape and he looked like an open delta wing and he pushed and pushed with mana. And he started to move and chase Razorback. He didn't realize that he was flying in the void and suddenly he realized that he was free in space as he was on Arcadia. It was exhilarating too and he concentrated his heat into an infrared plasma and fired a salvo after Razorback.

A space battle began around the ship!

I began to communicate with them, to tell them that enough is enough!

They came back to the airlock, all happy and pawed.

Volcano: "Hey, did you see how I caught up with you? Space is great, plus we go faster! A thousand times faster than in the air! It's great!"

Razor: "I'm sorry, commander, but it's an accident. If you give me a metal bar, I can plug the hole. With my lightning I can weld it back up."

Sargos was amazed and frightened and saw in dragons an incredible military potential. Soldiers of the future shaped for space exploration like the first men facing horses.

He already saw cosmonauts on their dragons or dragons at his command, equipping them with engines, food and millions of possibilities...

His meditation was interrupted by the sound of our mouths kissing.

We had strong instincts and we were not human...even though I had features. Genetically, dragon dna was always a priority, but it took traits from the cross species.

The commander was interrupted by a communication that surprised him.

"Vermithraxa, I'm getting reports of a problem in Montana with one of the dragons."

I said, "What, did my dad go ballistic again?"

"No, not at all, but it's about the head of the center at the dragon preserve. She's sick and she's not well at all! We suspect that "Crambling" has infected or poisoned her."

I'm like, "Oh, no! No way! He's always rutting that one..."

Sargos: "Horny????"

Me: "Commander, when two people love each other very, very, very much, what happens?"

Sargos: "Don't tell me that..."

I: "Yes!" And I've studied the hybrid problem, if we do nothing, if the mother is human, she'll die with the egg in her belly. If we operate, by C-section, the egg will die. And if she survives the birth, if, by chance, the egg is soft and semi-liquid like a bird, the hybrid has a 90% chance of staying there for lack of mana. Dragons are partly mystical creatures and they consume and recycle primary energy, impossible to measure or reproduce by science. This is what makes us forces of nature.

She needs a dragon to shoulder her and incubate her to transfer life forces to her for the development of the eggs.

This force holds us and binds us to humans who are in a way also our bipedal brothers.

We were then all dropped off in Montana and ran to the barn where Fourreux was "brooding" Heater a few hours later.

Heater shouted: "Don't punish my darling, I love him! I couldn't live without him!"

What delirium!

Heater was at her limit, and her distended flesh showed terrible stretch marks.

The problem would be simple if there was only one egg. She would have delivered the egg and they would have put it in an incubator and put it between them at night to sleep. There would have been no major problems.

The problem here was that there were three eggs and the three of them had already exceeded the volume of one egg. We wanted to kill two eggs to save her but she refused. She would never forgive herself for sacrificing two of her three children without trying everything!

Treating Heater jeopardized the mission with World!

Sargos had his sights set on the dragons now.

The three guys wanted to marry me...

I was starting a draconian burnout...

I was tired. It's too much for a little beast like me... I couldn't make it and I fainted.

"Vermi! Vermi! Wake up!"

I was shaken but I didn't react. Even my tongue came out and I cried unconsciously...

All the dragons came out and dragged me into a box next door and laid me down on the straw and my 3 anxious suitors rolled in a ball at the foot of my bed.

Sargos asked Volcano to translate: "What's wrong with her?"

Razorback: "I think she's sick! She's depressed, tired. Oh, she's bleeding at the base of her tail, her scales are falling off and she's moulting!"

Sargos: "What's wrong with her? "

Razor: "Of exhaustion. What she's doing is unnatural and at a human pace. We dragons live slower, more timelessly. Her skin falls off due to stress and I think she is menstruating or laying her first egg, but at this rate she will go into forced or exhaustion-induced hibernation and she may die like that, suddenly.

We don't look like that, but we are fragile in the face of stress, much more fragile than humans. The dragon hunters would exhaust us before they killed us. That's how we were exterminated by bows and arrows..."

Sargos: "So powerful and so fragile... I didn't see you like this!

And apart from taking care of you, what else did she do?"

Razor: "She was a blacksmith and she liked to sing with her sister and do dance shows and make fireworks with their breath. It was very beautiful.

When I saw her dancing with her veils and making music appear, I fell in love with her immediately. But, frankly, all the dragons love and adore her. They're all in love with her and her sister. Even the dragons envy her but don't dare tell her."

Sargos: "I see she is your little princess. But I'm curious to see the hybrids, what they look like."

He crushed his cigar and went to get a room at the inn in the middle of the reservation and then moved to the bar at the diner.

A very muscular, slightly awkward looking young man with fiery red hair was holding an empty whisky glass.

Sargos: "Can I buy you a drink? Sir?"

"Ignvar, my name is red Ignvar"...

Sargos was pensive.. "That name, it rings a bell..."