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A Meeting in the Stars: Here, There be Dragons [Cinnabun!]

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Marakai2.0:
This was something he simply, absolutely despised doing. Scraping the bottom of the barrel for the greatest minds he could find, brains that could rival his own to further his research. Further his goals. Bring everything back...the way it used to be. The way it should have been.

Kenneth Trinity - a pseudonym, naturally - stepped lightly through the cobbled together walkways and byways of the space station Cancer, a single eye casting about and garnering more information than one would think one could with but a glance.

Tinkerers, laborers, drunks, muscle...they were everywhere. He had plenty. Starship pilots, engineers, cooks, shopkeepers...usele ss.

That single chocolate brown eye with its odd, narrow iris continued to bounce back and forth in observation. A thin nose wrinkled in distaste and irritation - nothing here.

Here was a man, middling height and with a thin frame, dressed in perfectly pressed business attire. A finely cut black suit and pants, a crisp white button up shirt beneath, and a dark, navy blue tie. A black eyepatch over one eye. And the other...

...wandering, still.

Yet, it would seem as if his sight wouldn't be the sense to lead him today - stepping into another area of yet more tinkerers and shops, robotics experts, useless, others....

His nose caught a scent. His nose, so much stronger than ones normal olfactory sense, detecting something that it hadn't in millenia. That old, musky dry scent of scales, the tinge in the air of ancient magic that sent his blood to tingling within his own ancient veins.

Unseen by the masses, that brown eye shifted to blood red. It was fine - nobody could see, not as his power wrapped the minds of those around him, shadow overtaking their senses to blot out all knowledge of his presense. To them, he might as well be invisible.

He very well could be, but...not if he wanted this miraculous scent to recognize him for what he, himself was. For what he could sense was the same as he....

Old. Different from the rabble of this scrap heap floating within the expansive vacuum known as space. A Dragon.

Excitement, well hidden, shot his heart rate through the roof. He thought he was the only one, the remaining pure dragon that hadn't been turned into one of those half-mechanized monstrosities back on earth. God's knew, if there were any left, he certainly hadn't seen one. Sensed one. Not for well over a thousand years, at least, but he'd stopped counting so long ago....the time didn't even matter.

This way, the scent grew stronger. Again, after so long, he found himself hunting. Though this time, he carried not a weapon, nor ill intent. Merely himself, a communicator, and a cane for show. Just enough for those that had seen him to know he had what he was offering.

But that was all off the table, now. For the first time in forever, Kenneth Trinity could sit in the back row. Kranath Trin was taking center stage.

Bunbun:
Sometimes she wondered how everything would have turned out if she'd just stayed on Aedolis. Perhaps nobody would ever have found out about what she was hiding, and she could have lived a fairly comfortable life without having to leave the place she once called home. Maybe she would eventually have been caught, twisted and transformed into one of those damned Aedolian Dragons, a single piece of the hive mind that ruled the planet with an iron fist. Hell, she might have even been killed in an attempt to resist the rampant assimilation of whatever biological dragons remained.

It was probably for the best that she had decided to leave when she did. While her humanoid form didn't necessarily give away the fact that she was, in fact, a dragon, it was also pretty obvious that she wasn't human. She couldn't risk being turned into a biomechanical Dragon, not when she was one of the only remaining dragons capable of reproducing... and that was assuming that there were still others out there somewhere. For all Axia knew, she was the only thing keeping her species from being doomed to extinction. Staying away from Aedolis was a small price to pay for the chance to preserve her species.

To tell the truth, though, staying on the space station Cancer most of the time wasn't actually all that bad. Sure, a lot of the technology on the ship was falling apart and the station was home to more than a few shady characters, but that just meant that she got more opportunities to tinker with stuff... and most of the people around here didn't exactly pose much of a threat to her. She'd made quite a few friends and business partners over the years, and every day the place started to feel just a little bit more like home.

Today, though, something definitely felt a little off. At first, it was a scent- a scent so distinctive, so powerful, that it could only possibly belong to one thing.

A dragon.

That couldn't be true, though, right? A dragon just shows up one day out of nowhere unannounced? Of course, to be fair, that was pretty much the same as what happened with her, but she still found it hard to believe. The only way she could know for sure was to go check for herself, which was exactly what she ended up doing- wandering the halls of Cancer, attempting to locate the source of the scent.

Sure enough, the scent only continued to grow stronger as Axia made her way to where she figured it was coming from. However, as she grew nearer, another sensation began to wash over her- one of uncertainty and dread. It was a feeling she knew she had experienced before, and when she finally locked eyes with the other dragon, she immediately knew why. She knew who this was.

Kranath Trin. Ancient dragon. Necromancer.

Mass murderer.

A small voice in the back of her head screamed at her to run, to do whatever it took to get the hell out of there, but it was nothing in comparison to her overwhelming desire to cave this guy's face in.

So that's what she did. Just kinda... walked up to him and started swinging, not particularly caring which part of his body she was hitting as long as she hit something.

Marakai2.0:
After some time, Kranath had stopped walking, stopped following the scent of this other - he'd noticed that it had begun to move, and furthermore, move toward him.

And, so, he had decided to wait and see. He wasn't disappointed, as only a few minutes later he saw her - an attractive female with pale skin, platinum blonde hair, unnaturally bright blue eyes. Those wings and scales, also, the proof of what she was.

Well, along with that alluring scent of hers. He wondered for a moment whether her scent was so powerful because he hasn't seen another of his kind in five millennia, or perhaps for some other reason. Quickly he pushed that line of thought from his mind - she drew close to him, eyes locked with his own - one eye, rather, the other hidden under his eyepatch - and quickly he realized she appeared...angry. Furious, perhaps.

Of course, it was his luck that the one dragon that wasn't a mechanical monstrosity would know who he was. Suddenly he was being hit, repeatedly, even as he had smiled to prepare to greet her.

He put alot of effort into those smiles, dammit.

Kranath's head and neck snapped to the side when a blow landed solidly on his jaw, and then careened the other way when another struck his temple. Body blows, less painful but with just as much force, peppered his torso and arms.

She was out of control. She was angry. But, luckily for him, she didn't appear to be very strong. And so, he stood there and took it, spitting out the occasional tooth or wad of bloody saliva, feeling his jaw eventually crack and splinter. A rib first bruised, and then cracked, and then finally snapped and jammed itself inappropriately into his internal anatomy.

Yet, even as he accumulated this damage, his body speedily raced to heal it, teeth regrowing as fast as they were ejected from his jaw, his bones snapping back into place, that jagged hole torn by his splintered rib healing, internal organs made right again.

He'd simply let her continue - perhaps she'd be more apt to listen after she tired herself out.

Bunbun:
Her barrage of punches went on for a few minutes, showing no signs of letting up until either Kranath was unconscious or until she was physically unable to continue. In fact, her punches were actually increasing in power at first; her hands were slowly beginning to shift towards their natural draconic form, gaining more mass by the second as her scales attempted to grow back to their natural size. Her nails sharpened themselves into claws, and along with the her jagged scales, they must have been doing almost as much damage as the pure force behind her attacks.

And yet, as much as she could feel and see the impact that her attacks were having on the other dragon's body, she didn't appear to be making much progress. He was barely flinching despite literally having his bones broken, and no matter how much she tore into him, the damage simply undid itself within the span of a few seconds. It was shaping up to be a hopeless battle, and deep down, Axia had suspected that this was the case from the start. She'd never been nearly as powerful as most of the other dragons she'd come across back in the day, especially those with abilities like Kranath.

Eventually, Axia felt herself beginning to tire, and her punches began to lose the driving force that made them so devastating. Swinging around dragon claws was significantly more difficult than just fists, and the fact that her efforts were apparently being wasted wasn't exactly keeping her motivated. She could always try using her magic, but she didn't really want to kill him... not yet, anyways. Probably wasn't worth the risk of getting kicked off of the Cancer.

Deciding that continuing with her assault was ultimately a waste of her energy, Axia allowed her hands to revert back to their humanoid form, but not before throwing a couple more punches for good measure. She let one of her hands rest on Kranath's chest after it landed the final blow, using him as a support while she caught her breath.

"You... you. What the hell do you want?"

She looked up into his eyes (er, eye) and gave him the most intense death glare she was capable of before continuing.

"Well? Got tired of waiting for so long? Did you decide that today was a good day to get out there and murder more dragons? Huh?"

Marakai2.0:
Kranath allowed the punishment to continue for the longest time, noticing how at first her attack seemed to intensify in its ferocity for a time.

Eventually, however, she began to tire, as was inevitable. When she finally slowed and finally stopped, leaning heavily against his chest, he turned his head and spit out a mouthful of broken teeth and blood.

Before he dared respond, he reached into his breast pocket of his jacket, very nearly touching her fingers on his chest, and pulled out a silk handkerchief. He dabbed on and around his mouth, wiping away the blood.

After a moment, he nearly folded it and replaced it within his jacket pocket. Then, and only then, did he look down to meet her glare, one blood red eye staring down, amused. His cheeks and nose crinkled slightly as he smiled.

"Well," he started, the amusement clear in his tone, "what I want should be clear. Here you are, one of and perhaps the only Dragon left, besides myself. I was quite curious...it's been quite some time since I've heard of, let alone seen, another Dragon."

That said, his smile disappeared, and his face was made grim. "And if my reputation precedes me, after so many years, then you should know that if I were here to kill you, I would have done so at the first."

Kranath's hands reached behind him, cane and all, and clasped their opposite at the small of his waist - his cane was allowed to simply hang loosely from his grip.

"No....I am here to kill no one. Now tell me - there are only two I know of whom would have been able to tell you who I was...all others have, regrettably, been slain. Who was it? My dearest brother, the Prince? Or his lovely mate, Otohime?"

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