trans_9 | Some Beach... [Totally OPEN!]

It was going to be like the much needed vacation stuck on a ship with people from all forms of live in the middle of the Black. What better way to take a quick break than to go to the sensoriums and ask Stacy for the most tropical place that she could think of that was crew friendly? It was perfect. That was all Gwen could say as she stretched out on her beach chair soaking up fake sun resting on the fake sand as the fake crystal blue water lapped at the empty beach.

Okay sure none of it was real but it was as close as the red head could get and she was going to enjoy every single minute of it. The fact that there was plenty of room for others to come and enjoy it was just what she possibly thought everyone needed. So Gwen had sent out a text over the waves for people to come on up and bring their sunscreen for the fun that could be had. There was a wetbar not far up nestled under the large palm trees and tropical plants with their own virtual bar tender, heck there was even a place to rent a surfboard or boogieboard if no one was daring enough to test the waves. Thankfully she had asked Stacy to leave the sharks out. No one wanted to reenact the movie Jaws while they were there.. she hoped. Even an empty volleyball court was just down the way waiting on someone to take up a game or three.

Everything was... perfect.

With a pleased little smile Gwen settled back against her chair only adjusting the large sunglasses once. Yep. This was the life.

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Tony shrugged and the gold slithered back under his skin.
"Not sure happy's the word."

Understatement of the damn century, that one- but there was no way he was going to dwell on that for much longer.

"So go on. Your turn to talk, my turn to yawn."

Kang eyed Tony for a moment before turning his head to look out at the water. "My story starts with with the beginning of my race. Draconians were created from stolen dragon eggs warped with magic roughly forty-five years ago, meant to be shock troops in the Dark Queen's attempt to take over Krynn. We were raised to hate Solamnics and elves, and taught that showing any mercy was a weakness; they even forced us to kill our own brothers by not giving us enough food as hatchlings. We had to fight for it."

Those weren't pleasant memories. He didn't like going back to them.

"We knew about it, knew the nature of the goddess who'd ordered us to be created, and we chose to follow her still. I have no intention of lying to anyone on this ship; we murdered, stole, and worse. The other soldiers in the dragonarmies did the same, mostly human, and pretty much treated us like shit. Even if we were of an equal or higher rank than a human, we weren't treated with any respect, and more often than not, we were thrown into infantry or latrine duty," the bozak snorted. "In the end, she lost her war. All the officers and Highlords were more interested in fighting each other for power. I honestly can't say I'm upset about that. Doesn't mean I regret anything I ever did, though. Most of us don't."

Well, that sounded very fantasy novel, but pretty damn unpleasant if you'd been forced to live through it. He was swiftly beginning to realise he was going to have to adjust his view on magic if he didn't want to come across as a complete asshole.

"And that's when Stacy picked you up?"

"The war ended over thirty years ago, actually. I took my regiment into the mountains, and we shared a valley with a village of hill dwarves for a good... twenty-seven, twenty-eight years. During the Summer of Chaos, we found out that females of our race had been created, but not allowed to hatch and hidden away to better control our numbers, and retrieved them. Nearly died in the process, something Takhisis intended when she arranged for the information to reach us," Kang snorted. He obviously wasn't very happy about that, for good reason.

"We decided to move out of the valley and started traveling to an abandoned dwarven city. Along the way, though, goblins hounded us, trying to kill us. We didn't understand why at first, but we figured out pretty quickly that someone was paying them to do it; we hadn't done anything to them, and they rarely leave their territory unless there's steel involved. Thought it was the Solamnics at first. We were wrong, though."

Yeah, there was no way his surprise at the idea of life without females wasn't going to show on his face. Christ, but that sucked. He wasn't much surprised that Kang's people had fought to get to them.

"Sounds like someone was trying to undo a mistake," he offered, getting into the story now.

It did suck, having no females. Kang snorted, "She left after the Summer of Chaos, with all the other gods. Her Knights, though, had found out from one of the dwarves about the females, and didn't want us around anymore. We were a danger. Didn't find that out until the girls were a little over a year old, and we were holed up in a fort with the bulk of what was left of our race; a human friend of mine, a Knight herself, warned me when I went to them to ask for aid and was lied to. They caught her, and she ended up coming back to the fort with us."

He smiled wryly. "On top of that mess, I had to deal with the girls having grown up and the crazy aurak general of the fort using a magical artifact that took the soul of a draconian and split it up. Stupid clones, basically. If you were of a higher rank, you could order one to hammer a nail into their brain, and they'd do it." He'd pitied them, really.

"The girls and I took care of Maranta as the goblins were attacking us, my regiment used a crazy, last-minute plan involving a fake dragon filled with explosives during the battle, and we won. I tore up my hand in the process, but it was more than worth it," The bozak held up his right hand, showing the mass of scars. Pausing, he decided not to mention Huzzad's death. "After that, I retired from the military, we all moved to an abandoned city, and I became the Lord-Governor of our new nation."

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