Fuchur, unable to resist the spells of charm had found Auberonne, asleep and massaged by Métanovae.

Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, what can I do with you???

She grabbed Fuchur by the base of the neck. "So???? Not happy to see Meta?? or AURONNE again? Your dear butterfly dragon?

Fuchur: "But you're dead???"

"Hahaha, Yes, of course I'm dead, but our goddess, the mother of the blacksmith, found my death particularly unjust and cruel, moreover I hadn't killed anyone! Even as a vampire, I was holding back...But you... you are the spawn of the one who took my man...."

Fuchur: "You had Ignar, didn't you?????"

"Vermithraxa, doesn't she have three males???"

See????

Fuchur didn't know what to say... "Sorry, Metanovae... we still have your eggs..."

Metanovae: "I'm glad to hear you say it, but... how can I put it... my mission is to get you back to Arcadia. You belong there and not here... But I'll let you in on a secret...

We don't have any secrets anymore, do we? Fuchur?"

Fuchur, crying and stuck: "Yes, no more secrets... Please, please let me go."

"You know, Fuchur, I got nothing against you, but my niece, Vermi and Falkor and Aqua need to be taught a lesson... They hurt me and you know how I look... ...which could jeopardize my plans."

"I'm afraid of you!"

"Shh, boy! Don't be afraid of so much, she'll figure it out. But I give you a piece of advice: You should have left Mommy's nest earlier and grown up a little. Ignorance and childishness will cost you your life..."

Metanovae squeezed Fuchur a little tighter and gave him a back rub, then, unexpectedly, she stuck her dart in Fuchur's back...

He wanted to scream but the curare was too strong and his muscles collapsed, flaccid.

"Laaaa, that's good, you were brave, now you're gonna go to sleep... a very long sleep."

Fuchur collapsed, unconscious, mortally paralyzed.

Then Métanovae lifted Fuchur, manually opened an airlock hatch and ejected him into the starry void where the cold froze him like a block of ice, himself an ice dragon, like an ice cube floating in the void for all eternity.

Singing, she massaged and then woke Auberonne, under her human appearance.

She sent coordinates from her Hydra watch. The Artemis scanned and found the Fuchur ice cube and tracta on board. "Ignar, I know you're on board! Your mission is to bring Fuchur back to Arcadia... Others will follow. Prepare yourself...my love!

Ignar was all smiles.

The entire staff was under his boot, a victim of his charm spells, and for the toughest of them all, a little were-dragon saliva, not enough to transform but enough to make puppets out of his boot.

2 beautiful women were glued to him and rubbed his belly and neck: Leucaruth and Jabberwock: his faithful lovers as humans. They did not hide from being in undress in front of the soldiers. If by misfortune one of them made a smile or a remark, a smile full of serpentine teeth awaited them: HISSSS

They were afraid of the dragons, as if aliens had taken control of the ship but respected the mission in progress and did not attack the defenseless soldiers.

They were acting out the military hierarchy.

Sargos was surprised a few hours earlier:

Ignar, as a soldier, a new recruit volunteered to board the Artemis. God only knows what he did, but not by Catholic means, to obtain in a few days a sergeant rank with his two comrades Leucaruth and Jabberwock.

Commander Sargos, in charge of the mission of supervision by the council (pro Artemis, but vacillating in case of success of the mission of terraformation) directed with an iron but human hand his crew. There was a knock on the door of his quarters and he came face to face with Ignar.

"I saw you at the Dragon Farm... at the bar, I think... I'm never wrong about faces."

Ignar: "Commander Sargos, I must inform you of something very important..."

Sargos: "Yes, I remember, I never recruited you. All crew members go through me. What are you doing here? How did you get on board? I want an immediate explanation or I'll have to put you in irons."

Ignar snapped his fingers and his two companions took aim at the captain's side and grabbed his arms. Their grip was immense, and the commander couldn't move.

Sargos: "Dragons... you're dragons...."

Ignar: "Yes, well, half dragons. Half humans. Well, so far we're human..."

Sargos: "What are you doing here? What do you want?"

Ignar: "To help you... since the beginning, I've been on your side... I've, how can I say, always loved the army, the order, the system and everything that goes with it... But if you promise to be reasonable, no harm will come to you and you'll have three great soldiers with you."

He nodded his head and his 2 companions let go of Sargos, who complied, wanting to know what were the intentions of the red dragon with the very dirty reputation.

Ignar : "You see, the ship you are escorting is a decoy. It's illusions and androids that are flying the Marenostra and the fake terraformer. It's just a ship to allow them to escape in case of sabotage or betrayal of World. My dear children are on board and Vermithraxa is very, very loyal for a Titan but what you don't know is that they are being pursued and that the Marenostra and Artemis are targets, decoys and that they would consider, in the event of an attack, faking their death and settling somewhere in the universe at the expense of Artemis and World.

I have a contact on board who will prevent them from fleeing and ensure that the mission goes as planned. Of course, Artemis will be protected in the event of an attack, and I'm pretty good at mysticism."

Sargos: "How can I trust half a dragon with your reputation as a bloodthirsty monster? Who guarantees me that you won't devour the crew and take over the ship?"

Ignar: "Say, on Arcadia... how shall I put it... I've always followed Morthales' orders... I don't know how to be a commander, but a good first mate... I'm excellent in the field, but I need orders, a strategist. I'm cured. I had a mental disorder but the medicine here cured me. Everything's clearer in my mind. I used to confuse everything and make disasters... but now I'm cured. Look, I'm human. Isn't that great????"

Sargos put his hand on his face (What shall I do with him???? He needs a master... let's try...)

Sargos:" Ok, Ignar, I'm giving you a chance to be a good soldier and you'll follow my orders. Ok???"

Ignar did the military salute as a 21st century reflex...Sargos saw the dragon's motivation right away and didn't react. But he thought of the possibilities in space of super-soldiers and creating a military platoon of half dragons. And why not? And make them reproduce? Since the army was mixed, sexual intercourse was allowed and strongly recommended on long distance trips, there were often children on board and the androids were in charge of looking after them while the parents went on missions...

To test Ignar, Sargos asked Ignar to take control of his ship to judge and estimate the powers of the dragons. No blood!

Within an hour, the Artemis was under the control of Ignar and his two companions.

As a reward, Sargos encouraged them to take over the families' quarters and consider having babies.

Ignar was frustrated and Sargos told him, that it was normal for a ship to arrive at its destination with more crew on arrival.

Since Ignar was a bit slow, Sargos said, I would one day need a squad of half dragon soldiers... free and not machines.

Ignar marveled: "Ohhhhhhh!" then he looked at his two companions who couldn't ask for more.

Then he turned to Sargos: "Vermi has my eggs! They took their eggs with them! Full!"

Sargos: "What? Are there more than 50 of them?"

Ignar: "What did you think?? They're going to abandon their young?"