Stardragon, Chapter 1[closed]

[richard]

Kitrianna ni Celaria laughed in delight as she clung to the great, scaly neck before her. Kerath rumbled with laughter of his own as he exercised a series of loops and dives in dizzying succession. Kitrianna's slender body responded instinctively to each change in direction, and she kept her seating with little difficulty.

Among the Drakendi, those of noble birth were presented with a hatchling dragon at the age of twenty years old. It was the responsibility of the child to feed and train the dragon until both reached maturity. In the process, the two of them formed a bond that could only be broken by death.

She and Kerath had flown together for eight decades, and Kitrianna could sense the most minute change in the dragon's thoughts and actions. They performed together as a single unit, and she delighted in the closeness they shared.

"That was fun, Kitti," came Kerath's thought into her mind. "Can we do that again?"

Kitrianna glanced at the watch on her slender, golden wrist, and sighed. It was nearly 0800 hours, and she was due to meet with the royal scientific team at 0830.

"I'm afraid not," she said regretfully as she patted Kerath's broad neck. "Duty calls. Take me to the Crysallid Compound, my friend. The rest of the day is yours. Enjoy! We'll fly together again soon. I promise."

Kerath grumbled dispiritedly, but delivered her safely to her destination without complaint. Kitrianna slid down a silvery-scaled leg, and the dragon lowered his head to regard her with mournful eyes. His warm breath stirred her copper-colored hair as she petted the long snout.

"Don't look so sad," she said teasingly. "We'll see each other again soon. Go find a nice dakhrat to munch on. I'll see you this evening."

"You know very well that I hate dakhrats," said Kerath with a forced grin. "Their flesh is all stringy, and tangles around my teeth. A nice bit of venison would hit the spot, I think. See you this evening, then."

Then, in a rush of wind, he was gone. Kitrianna watched until his silvery figure vanished from sight, then turned her attention to the upcoming meeting.

She felt a surge of excitement as she remembered the purpose of the meeting. For the past two decades, Drakendi scientists had been working on a ship with the capability to travel among the stars. They believed that they had achieved their goal.

Taking a deep breath, Princess Kitrianna entered the Crysallid Compound, and greeted the assembled scientists. Their animated conversation ceased as they turned their attention to the new arrival.

"Greetings, Rinna," said a wizened Drakendi with a bow, using her honorific title. "Thank you for being so punctual. Today is an exciting day for the Drakendi."

"Greetings, First Scientist Jakhra," said the Princess graciously. "I wouldn't have missed this for anything. Has the construction been completed, then? I confess that I'm quite anxious to see your handiwork."

In answer, Jakhra nodded toward the object that the Drakendi scientists had been studying with pride and satisfaction. To the naked eye, it seemed to be a huge crystalline statue of a dragon. In reality, it was much, much more.

This particular dragon was composed entirely of crysallids, living crystals that exist in large communal groups. They had been studied for centuries, and as far as the scientists knew, they were intelligent, but non-sentient. They communicated in a simple binary code, and had several properties that could prove useful to the Drakendi.

The crysallids possessed a natural magnetic field that grew stronger as the size of the colony increased. This field could be used to generate a magnetic shield that provided a high rate of protection from most known methods of attack.

By reversing the polarity in tightly-controlled segments, a magnetic pulse could be generated. This magna-pulse, as it had been christened, was capable of punching through two meters of steel with ease.

Another property the crysallids possessed was self-locomotion. By issuing simple binary commands, a crysallid colony could be moved in a desired direction at a high rate of speed. In theory, faster-than-light speeds could be achieved, enabling travel over vast distances.

It had taken nearly half a century to perfect such a craft, but now, the Crysallia was ready for her maiden voyage. Smaller crafts had been constructed and tested, and the results had been quite promising. However, no speeds greater than light speed had been achieved. In theory, a craft the size of a dragon should be able to generate enough energy to break that barrier.

"She's a beautiful craft," said Princess Kitrianna, suitably impressed. "It almost seems to be a real dragon. How does one enter such a craft?"

"This comm band has been attuned to the Crysallia's unique electrical signature," said Chief Scientist Jakhra with obvious pride, indicating what seemed to be an electronic wristwatch. "By entering the proper code sequence, one gains access to the ship's interior. Once the proper command sequence is entered, you will gain control over all the Crysallia's functions."

"May I?" asked Kitrianna, raising an eyebrow archly. "I'd like to see more of the ship."

"But of course, Rinna," said Jakhra, bowing obsequiously as he presented the comm band to her. "I think a grand tour is quite in order. However, the command sequence is inaccessible at the moment. Once you have been properly trained in the usage of the Crysallia and her equipment, command of the vehicle will be turned over to you. Surely, you see the wisdom in that course?"

"I'm not asking for full command privileges right now, Jakhra," said the Princess with an impatient sigh. "The tour will be quite sufficient."

"Yes, Rinna," said the Chief Scientist sheepishly. "Right this way. I'm certain you'll be quite pleased with our efforts. The Crysallia is a marvel of modern technology. And quite attractive to the eye, too. The access code is 010001100. The left button on the comm band is 0, the right button is 1. It works as a simple binary code..."

With a sigh, Kitrianna tuned the Chief Scientist's monotonous prattling from her thoughts. Right now, the prospect of listening to the elderly scientist seemed far less preferable than Kerath's companionship!

- To be continued -

[richard]

The vast expanse of the Andarian Ocean stretched beneath Kerath as his powerful frame soared in the azure sky. Only scattered clouds disturbed the serenity that surrounded him. Rama's gentle golden rays warmed his scaled hide, and the ocean sparkled under the sun's caress. The smooth, broad back of a deep whale broke the surface momentarily, sending a jetting plume of mist high into the air before disappearing beneath the waves once more.

Kerath's stomach rumbled loudly, reminding him that he had not yet eaten. Scanning the horizon, the silvery dragon located a promising island, and altered his course accordingly. The golden vegetation provided a stark contrast to the otherwise unbroken expanse of turquoise ocean.

Much of Endelor's surface was covered by water, the sacred element of Fiona, the Great Healer, the planetary deity. There were only three continents and scattered island chains across Endelor. The rest of the Nine exerted their influence through a number of followers, but Fiona's influence was most keenly felt.

The island stretched forth beneath Kerath, and his keen senses swept the area for suitable prey. One scent stood out among all the rest, and Kerath's anger spread a crimson haze over his thoughts. With difficulty, he fought back the urge to growl out his displeasure.

"Setiri." he thought in annoyance. "Less than a pentir from Drakara. A sizable force, by the odor. It's a sure bet that the Serpent-Folk are up to no good. I'd better warn the Drakendi."

Reaching out with his thoughts through the bond he shared with Princess Kitrianna, Kerath sent his message. "The Setiri are on your doorstep, Princess. A sizable force is sailing toward Drakara. They'll reach you within a pentir. Better ready the forces. Looks like they mean business."

Having sent his message, Kerath followed the scent to its source, being careful to keep his distance. His keen eyesight enabled him to distinguish a fair amouint of detail while staying out of range of most missile weapons. This ability had served him well in the past, and he was grateful.

He counted 50 ships, all told, and estimated that each carried a crew of 20 - 40. One thousand troops at a minimum, two thousand maximum. He broadcast the information to Kitrianna, then set a course back to Drakara. He would be needed there.

**** ****

Princess Kitrianna tilted her head to one side and frowned as she listened to Kerath's message. The Setiri were on the move again, and were heading toward Drakara. The Drakendi must be warned, and preparations must be made.

"The tour has been fascinating, Chief Scientist Jakhra," she said graciously. "However, something has come up that requires my immediate attention. I'll hang on to this comm band. Have the ship ready for its maiden flight in two days. I'm counting on you. Oh, and make certain to install our most up-to-date weapons on the ship. We're going to need them."

She brought her hand down in a gesture of finality, forestalling any objections by the group of scientists. Mumbling and grumbling, they moved to do her bidding as she made her way to the Royal Palace.

"Mother!" she called out as she entered the throne room. "Kerath has given me grave news. The Setiri are on their way to Drakara. We must ready the Militia. Kerath assures me that they will arrive within a pentir. He estimates their numbers to be from one to two thousand."

Gasps of astonishment arose from the assembled Drakendi, and Queen Celaria gave her a disapproving glare. The Queen clapped her hands for silence, then said "This audience has come to an end. Remain calm, and return to your homes to await further instructions. You are all dismissed."

When the last of the petitioners had cleared the throne room, Celaria turned to her daughter with a frown. "You realize that you may have induced mass panic, don't you?" she said with an irritated sigh. "News like this should not be broken in the presence of our subjects. You must exercise some restraint, Kitrianna. Now, then. Tell me the details of this invasion. Where are the Setiri now?"

"I'm sorry, Mother," said Kitrianna, her expression downcast. "I keep forgetting about that rule. Kerath tells me that the Setiri are on an island about one hundred milars southwest of here."

"That would be Janar Island, I expect," said Queen Celaria, favoring her daughter with a fond smile. "You'd know that if you paid better attention to your studies. If they are indeed coming here, they should arrive in about four days. Thank you for the information, Kitti. I will see to it that the proper authorities are notified. We will be ready for them, never fear."

"I want to help, Mother," said Kitrianna, meeting the Queen's gaze squarely. "I'm no longer a child. My Blossoming was celebrated a quarter of a century ago. You can't shield me forever. As a Princess, and an adult, I have an obligation to fight for our people."

"You're right, of course," said the Queen thoughtfully. "As a mother, I don't want to see my children come to any harm. Perhaps it is time to let go. What would you have me do?"

"I want the Crysallia," Kitrianna said decisively. "The starship will give us a distinct advantage. The Setiri will never know what hit them."

Queen Celaria studied her daughter for a moment, noting the determination in the gold-flecked green eyes, the stubborn set to Kitrianna's head. For the moment, she was every centil a Princess, ready to defend her subjects by any means necessary.

"Very well," she said, the pride in her voice evident. "The Crysallia is yours. I will inform Jakhra to begin your training. Use it well, Princess Kitrianna. A new age is dawning. I pray that you are up to the task at hand."

"I thank you for your confidence in me, My Queen. I will not let you down. I swear this by the Nine." With that, the Princess took her leave, eager to begin her training.

- To be continued -

[richard]

For the next three days, Princess Kitrianna was penned up inside the Emulator, a holographic projector that was used as a training instrument among the Drakendi. She was subjected to an intensive battery of training programs designed to familiarize her with everyday maintenance and operation of the Crysallia. She also received detailed knowledge of the crysallids themselves, until she felt an almost psychic connection with the fascinating creatures.

Kerath had returned to Drakara two days ago, and Kitrianna sensed his keen displeasure at being separated from his Bondmate. She sent comforting thoughts to the silvery dragon, promising that they would be reunited soon, and spend many happy times together.

The sound of Setiri war drums sounded in the distance, announcing the arrival of the Drakendi's ancestral enemies. Kitrianna cursed as she tore the holo helmet from her head. The Serpent-Folk must have used superior technology or magic to speed up their journey.

"There's no time for the full course, Jakhra," she said. "The Crysallia is needed now. I think I've learned enough to handle the ship competently. I need the command sequence. Now!"

One look at the Princess' face convinced the elderly scientist. He recited the sequence to her, and she entered the code rapidly. Speaking into the tiny microphone embedded into the comm band, she said "This is Princess Kitrianna ni Celaria speaking. As of 1400 hours, I have assumed command of the Crysallia. All personnel assigned to the ship report for duty immediately. This is not a drill. Princess Kitrianna out."

She hurried into the crystalline ship, her heart pounding with excitement. She keyed several commands into the comm band, and was rewarded with an electrical humming as the crysallids activated the magnetic field.

Taking her seat in the command chair, Kitrianna regarded the console before her. So far, all systems were go. She flipped a few switches, and was encouraged by the resulting readings. Weapons were at maximum power, shields on standby. Thrusters were ready to go, life support readings were nominal. She drummed her fingers impatiently on the armrest as she waited for the crew to assemble.

**** ****

Kerath heard the Setiri war drums, and his keen sense of smell picked up the familiar, hated scent of the Serpent-Folk. An unpleasant tingling washed over him, and he recognized it as a sign that Powerful magic was in use.

Using the Inner Sight, the dragon scanned the strands of Power that permeated the area, trying to determine what sort of magic was in use. A large area of water beside the approaching fleet had been displaced by some unseen force, and Kerath studied it intently.

He could just make out a long, sinuous shape moving through the sea. It had been disguised to appear to be a part of the ocean. The Setiri were accompanied by a huge sea serpent!

With a mighty bellow of challenge, Kerath dove toward the serpent. Lightning streaked forth from his mouth, enveloping his chosen prey with a silvery-blue electricity. The sea serpent hissed in pain, and thrashed about wildly for a moment, causing a massive wave to bear down upon Drakara's defenders.

Several Drakendi were swept out to sea as the wave receded, where the Setiri and the monstrous serpent made short work of them. Then, Kerath was upon the serpent, and the battle was joined.

**** ****

The comm system was ablaze with activity as, one by one, the crew reported in for duty. Half an hour later, First Mate Seraian gave her a crisp salute, saying "All personnel present and accounted for, Your Highness. We're ready for action."

"Good," said Kitrianna. "Let's get underway, then, shall we? There's a battle to be fought. The Crysallia is about to test her wings!"

Sending the signal requesting clearance for take-off, she was rewarded with the reply "You are clear for launch, Commander. Opening the launch bay doors now. Show those Setiri scum what we're made of, Princess!" Then, in a whir of machinery, the launch doors above the Crysallia opened, exposing a blue expanse of sky.

"Helmsman, take us up," she ordered, and the golden-skinned Drakendi punched in the launch sequence. The Crysallia shot upward with dizzying speed, and Kitrianna felt a surge of elation as they cleared the compound.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we are at Code Red," said the Princess into the ship's comm system. "There isn't time for proper introductions, but I look forward to meeting each and every one of you. Right now, we have a Setiri invasion to take care of. Let's see what this ship is capable of."

She issued a series of orders, and the crew obeyed them without question. The Crysallia came about smoothly to the desired heading, and she smiled in satisfaction. The scientists had done a commendable job with the ship, and she would make certain they got the recognition they deserved.

"I expected some sort of ceremony giving you the Crysallia, Princess," said the First Mate conversationally as he stood by her side. I am Lieutenant Commander Seraian. It's an honor to serve with you, Princess."

"Enough with the 'Princess' thing, Seraian," she said with a smile. "This isn't the Drakendi throne room. I was never much to stand on ceremony anyway. If you must use a title, call me Commander. However, I would prefer you to call me Kitrianna."

A look of surprise flitted across Seraian's face, but he recovered quickly. "I think I'll stick with Commander, right now," he said. "I don't think I'd be comfortable using first names at this point."

"As you wish," said Kitrianna. "Then I will call you 'First'. Would that be acceptable to you?"

Seraian nodded, favoring her with a bemused smile. Then, there was no more time to talk, for they had arrived at the scene of the battle.

Kitrianna took in the scene before her in a glance. Kerath was locked in combat with a huge sea serpent, and his mind was closed to her at the moment. He was bleeding from a score of wounds, and his movements were showing the first signs of exhaustion. Her heart clutched at her chest, and she searched frantically for some way to help her Bondmate. Dragon and serpent were intertwined in such a way that to attack one would be to risk harming the other.

"Gunner, concentrate all fire on the sea serpent," she ordered, coming to a decision. "We need short, tight bursts and pinpoint accuracy. We don't want to injure the dragon. Can you do it?"

"I'll try my best, Commander," said the young Drakendi female. "The snake's broad enough that there should be no problem targeting it. The way they're twisting around, though, the dragon might take a few hits."

"Belay that order, then," said Kitrianna. "Helmsman, bring us as close to them as you dare. Try to put us above them. I'm going to take this up close and personal. First, you're in command until I return."

"Are you certain that's wise, Commander?" asked Seraian uncertainly. "Taking such a risk borders on suicide."

"That's my Bondmate down there, Seraian!" she shouted, wheeling angrily upon him. "I have to try to help him. My mind is made up. Follow your orders, Helmsman. I know what I'm doing."

"I certainly hope so, Commander," he said, giving up any attempt to dissuade her. "Helmsman, you have your orders. Gunner, open fire on the Setiri fleet. Let's make our Commander proud."

The magna-pulse cannons hummed, and one of the Setiri ships exploded, scattering cargo and crew into the turquoise sea. Next, a low-pulse strafe danced across a second ship, and it listed sharply to starboard. Another strafe finished it off, and the crew cheered.

"We are directly above dragon and serpent, Commander," reported the Helmsman, and Kitrianna nodded in approval. "Good luck to you, Princess."

Kitrianna made her way swiftly to the ship's entryway, and keyed in the sequence to open the door. It opened with a hiss of air, and she gripped the doorframe tightly as she took in the scene below her. Then, choosing her target carefully, she leaped toward the sea serpent, drawing and activating her sunblade as she fell.

"I'm here, Kerath!" she shouted as she landed just behind the serpent's massive head. She stabbed downward, thrusting her weapon into the thick, scaly head. The serpent thrashed about wildly in an attempt to dislodge this new tormentor. Kitrianna hung on grimly, using her legs to grip the serpent's neck.

Using both hands, she leaned into the thrust of her sunblade, using her weight to drive it ever deeper. The rank odor of scorched flesh and bone greeted her nostrils. Then, in a final, convulsive shudder, the serpent threw its head back, connecting solidly with her own. Lights exploded within her eyelids, then the world went black.

- To be continued -

[richard]

Kerath heard Kitrianna's call, and his heart sank within him. He had been greatly weakened by the battle with the sea serpent, and a haze covered his thoughts and vision. He had hoped to spare her the painful realization that he was dying. Now, she had placed herself in harm's way in an effort to save him. He couldn't bear the htought of his Bondmate crushed and broken in the serpent's coils.

Reaching deep within for a last reserve of strength, Kerath lashed out with claws and teeth, determined that Kitrianna would come to no harm. The serpent's viselike grip loosened, the great muscles went slack.

With a mighty effort, the silvery dragon freed himself, just in time to see Kitrianna's limp figure plunging toward the ocean's surface. "No!" he cried, bellowing out his anguish at the sight. Calling upon a last reserve of speed, he caught her between his great wings, and sped for shore.

The surge of adrenaline spent, his wings like lead, Kerath couldn't quite clear the ocean, and he landed hard, half in and half out of the water. He lifted his head weakly to regard the still figure on his back.

"Kitrianna!" he rumbled, his great voice tortured and weak. "Speak to me, Bondmate. Tell me that you still live."

"I... live," came the reply, faint as a whisper. The figure on his back stirred, crawling forward to embrace his neck. "Is the... serpent dead? Did we kill it?"

"We killed it," he said reassuringly. "The battle is won. Even now, the rest of the Royal Family arrives, riding my brother and sisters. Only a few stragglers remain of the Setiri invaders."

The effort of speaking was too much for Kerath, and he switched to Mindspeech, struggling to remain conscious. "Listen to me, Kitti. We have flown the skies together for the last time. Even now, my spirit struggles to fly free. I will... miss you, little Princess."

"No!" shouted Kitrianna. "I will summon the Healers. You'll be all right, you'll see! I won't let you die!"

"I'm sorry, Kitti," said Kerath sadly. "There's not enough time. By the time the Healers arrive, I will be gone. Sing the Song of the Spirit for me, Bondmate. There's nothing more you can do."

Probing Kerath's thoughts, Kitrianna recognized the truth in his words. Bitter tears flowed freely then, staining the silvery scales a darker gray. In a voice breaking from sorrow to match her heart, she sang.

The words and melody called forth memories of their eight decades together. Playing and training together as youths, their first flight together as adults. Numerous battles that had been fought and won. Memories of a bond so strong that neither of them could imagine ever being apart. Finally, the last heroic battle with the sea serpent, and the bitter sorrow of parting.

When the song had ended, Kerath gave a last, great sigh, and the sapphire eyes glazed over in death. Great sobs wracked Kitrianna's frame, and she clung to Kerath's silvery neck, now grown stiff and cold.

"Peace, sister," came a voice, beautiful and melodic. "Kerath is only gone for a little while. I give you a gift. Take your Bondmate's Soul Orb, Kitrianna. He will be reborn in a time and place of your choosing. Life is ne'er lost forever in the Great Cycle. Choose a suitable mortal vessel to host Kerath's spirit once more. That is my gift to you."

Kitrianna sat up straight, and regarded the beautiful, golden-skinned woman that had spoken. Her beauty was such that Kitrianna dared not stare for too long, and she dropped her gaze reverently. "Great Healer," she said in a hushed voice. "You honor me with your presence. How can I accept such a gift from you? I am not worthy."

"You have a noble heart," said the Great Healer with quiet authority and conviction. "I see greatness in your future. There is more to you than you realize, Daughter of the Dragon. Take the Orb, Princess."

Kitrianna touched the proffered Orb in wonder, and immediately sensed Kerath's comforting presence. As her golden hand closed around it, it became a gleaming silver amulet. Light pulsed within, reminding her of the beating of a heart. Then, the Great Healer was gone, leaving her alone with her precious gift.

The comm band on her wrist beeped several times in rapid succession, and she pressed the 'Receive' button. "Commander, thank the Nine that you live," came Seraian's voice, in obvious relief. "The battle has been won. How soon can you return to the Crysallia?"

"First I have to say goodbye to an old friend," she said, fighting back a fresh wave of tears. "Kerath didn't make it. Take the Crysallia back to the Compound. I'll meet you there for the debriefing."

"My condolences on your loss, Commander," came the reply. "Proceeding back to the Compound, as ordered. May the blessing of the Nine be with you. Seraian, out."

Placing Kerath's Soul Orb around her neck, Kitrianna turned her attention to the task at hand. Her Bondmate's corpse would have to be moved away from the water's edge for the Cleansing. Her Power was not sufficient for the task; she would need help.

Pressing the 'Alert' button on the comm band, she sent out a distress call to the other members of the Royal Family. Queen Celaria was the first to arrive, followed by King Eriador and Prince Alazar. They took in the scene before them with solemn dignity.

"I'm so sorry, Kitrianna," said the Queen, reaching out for her daughter, her composure momentarily lost. "We were too late to help you. The Setiri arrived sooner than we expected. And now, look what has happened."

Kitrianna approached her mother, and clasped Celaria's hands briefly, saying "It's all right, Mother. We all did what we could do. Don't blame yourself."

Then, addressing the three dragons, she said "Kerath needs to be moved clear of the water, erendi (friends). Only you have the necessary strength."

"The Cleansing," said Akhor, the Queen's Bondmate, nodding in understanding. Turning to the other dragons, he said "Come, Verien and Khara. Our brother's spirit must be freed from physical bondage. Help me move him to a clear, dry area. We must perform the Rite of Cleansing."

Wordlessly, they complied with the request. Then, Akhor spoke once more. Brothers and sisters, Drachenvar and Drakendi, before us lies the lifeless form of Kerath, our brother. We Drachenvar are a long-lived race, as are our Bondmates. To see one with such potential struck down in the prime of youth is a great tragedy. However, he died an honorable death on the field of battle, and his deeds of valor shall live onward within our hearts and minds. Kerath was a true Warrior, and we honor him as such. Is there anything you would like to say, Princess Kitrianna?"

"I have already sung the Song of the Spirit," said Kitrianna. "Kerath's spirit lives on within this Orb. He will be reborn, for no one is ever truly lost within the Great Cycle. I will miss you, my friend, but I look forward to the day of our reunion. Let the Cleansing begin."

"Born in flame, the Drachenvar must some day return to the Primal flame which spawned them," said Verien, taking up the ceremony. "By Drachen Fire are we cleansed, freed to soar among the clouds. May the Nine hold you within their embrace, brother Kerath, until the day of your rebirth."

As one, the Drachenvar turned their flaming breath upon Kerath's inert form. Only dragonfire could accomplish the Cleansing, sending him back to the Primal Flame. The resulting wave of heat pressed against the Drakendi, and Kitrianna could no longer hold back her tears. King Eriador moved to his daughter's side, enfolding her within his embrace. She buried her face in his shoulder, and her slender figure shook as she vented her grief.

Queen Celaria kept her features carefully composed, and stood in quiet dignity, although she longed to rush to her daughter's side as well. As the reigning Drakendi monarch, she must avoid any action that could be taken as a sign of weakness.

The three dragons began to sing, weaving a network of magical Power that strengthened the flames that licked at Kerath's corpse. Then, in a final, brilliant flash of light, Kerath was gone. The Orb around Kitrianna's neck flared briefly, then settled into a gentle pulse of silver light.

- To be continued -

[richard]

After the ceremony, Princess Kitrianna bid her parents and brother goodbye, refusing a ride back to the Compound. An idea had formed in her mind, and she needed time alone to study it out. So, she walked the two kilometers to the Compound, her long legs relishing the exercise.

She had remembered her first impression of the Crysallia, how it had almost seemed to be a real dragon. That had planted the seed of a crazy idea within her thoughts. The crysallids were living beings, though primitive, to be sure. It might be possible to place Kerath's consciousness within the ship itself! What more fitting vessel for her Bondmate's spirit than a dragon made of living crystal?

The more she thought about it, the more she liked the idea. The crysallids communicated more or less electronically, and a sentient brain operated upon the same principle, as Drakendi scientists had discovered. She and Kerath could fly among the stars together, in a manner of speaking.

Was that what the Great Healer had intended when presenting her with the Soul Orb? She felt certain that it was. Having made up her mind, Kitrianna began making plans on how to accomplish the deed.

The Crysallia's power matrix was centered in the Core. From there, Kerath should theoretically gain control of the crysallid colony. Through the bond they shared, she could mentally control all shipboard functions. This would increase the speed and maneuverability of the Crysallia. At least, that was her plan.

By the time she reached the Compound, Kitrianna was in a state of high excitement. She could hardly wait to put her plan into effect. However, she would visit with the crew first, to congratulate them on the success of their first mission.

Lieutenant-Commander Seraian jumped to his feet as she entered the bridge, calling all present to attention: "Commander on the bridge! On your feet, everyone!"

"At ease," said Kitrianna, motioning for all to be seated. "As I said before, there's no need to be so formal. As long as we serve on the same ship, we're a family. I am Kitrianna, not 'Princess' or 'Commander'. Tell me your names, each of you. Seraian, we have already been introduced."

One by one, the bridge crew introduced themselves: Ensign Tirith at the helm, Gunner Yuara, and Lieutenant Arialla on the comm. Finally, Science Officer Kerren and Chief Healer Idrial.

"I would like to congratulate all of you on the success of our first mission together," said Kitrianna warmly. "Idrial, were there any casualties among the crew?"

"Three crew members received minor injuries, Prin... Kitrianna," replied the Healer. "They have been treated and released from the Infirmary. There were no fatalities. We were fortunate."

"And how did you find the Infirmary? Are the medical supplies sufficient for your needs?"

"Supplies are adequate," replied Idrial. "However, I could use some more specialized equipment, such as full body scanners and psi sensors. These would greatly improve the accuracy of the diagnosis and treatment of personnel."

"I'll see what I can do," said Kitrianna. "Yuara, how well did our weapons respond when engaged?"

"A bit sluggish, at first," replied the Gunner. "Their speed increased with prolonged use. Power levels were quite satisfactory. Recharging them took an average of five minutes. All in all, a good run."

One by one, the other officers gave their reports. The Crysallia handled well, and maneuverability was good. The communications array had performed admirably, both shipboard and long-range. Kitrianna nodded in satisfaction.

"The Crysallia has exceeded our expectations," she said then. "I couldn't ask for a better crew. My report to the Queen will be most favorable. Thank you all for your efforts. Seraian, Kerren. Would you be so kind as to escort me to the Matrix Core? One more task remains."

Mystified, the two male officers proceeded to do as commanded. As they walked, she said "Kerren, as Science Officer, your opinion means a great deal to me. Seraian, as First Officer, you must be aware of all shipboard functions and capabilities. I have a plan, gentlemen. This is what I propose...

When she had finished, Kitrianna looked at the two officers expectantly. Finally, Kerren said "Theoretically, such a union is certainly possible. However, the crysallid Groupmind is far removed from the Drachenvar consciousness. There will most certainly be side effects, and the crysallids might reject the Soul Orb. We would have to monitor the Energy Matrix closely."

"I'm not sure I like the idea," said Seraian with a frown. "What if the union causes Kerath's consciousness to go insane? We can't have the ship turning against the crew. However, the decision is yours, Kitrianna."

"I'm counting on my psychic bond with Kerath to keep that from happening," said Kitrianna. "We go through with the procedure. We'll try it for a while, and see how it goes. If I sense that things are getting out of hand, I'll remove the Soul Orb."

"Once the Orb has been assimilated by the Core, that may not be possible," warned Kerren. "In the end, you may be forced to destroy the Orb, in effect, killing your Bondmate. Are you willing to take that chance?"

"I know Kerath," she said confidently. "It won't come to that. I take full responsibility for this operation. I give you my word that I'll do whatever is necessary to safeguard the Crysallia and her crew."

"Very well," said Seraian with a sigh. "Let's get this over with. I want it on record that I opposed this idea. However, I will abide by your decision."

"Your objection is duly noted," said Kitrianna, entering it into the ship's log via the comm band. They had arrived at the Matrix Core, and she sang a Song of Radiant Shielding to protect them from the energy of the Core. Then, she opened the outer casing and placed Kerath's Soul Orb inside.

As she replaced the casing, Kitrianna sang once more. This time, she sang the Song of Kerath, deftly interweaving it with the melody of the Crysallia. She fought back the wave of exhaustion that threatened to overwhelm her, determined to finish what she had begun.

She felt the Power of the Great Healer, strengthening her own immeasurably. Drawing upon that Power, she brought the Song to its conclusion, then sagged to her knees.

"Well done, sister," came the beautifully melodic voice of the Great Healer, unheard by all but Kitrianna. "Well done." Then, in a sudden rush of sound and light, her mind made contact with the crysallid Groupmind. The sudden influx of information was more than she could assimilate, and she collapsed in a heap upon the floor.

- To be continued -

[richard]

Motes of silvery light swarmed over Kitrianna, prodding and caressing her tentatively. A familiar presence, frantic with worry, brought her to full awareness, and she sat up, looking around in dazed confusion. The Crysallia had vanished, and she found herself at the top of Mount Erebus.

"It's okay, Kitti," came the thought from Kerath, warm and reassuring. "Your physical form is safte and sound aboard the Crysallia. Your mind is in the Dream Realm. What have you done? Why am I here?"

"I placed your Soul Orb within the Energy Matrix of the Crysallia," she replied. "How do you feel?"

"Strange," said Kerath after a moment's thought. The presence of the crysallids is almost overwhelming. They are not sentient, but their combined Power is considerable. The Groupmind calls to me, but I'm not sure I want to answer. Why have you done this, Kitti?"

"Why can't I see you, Kerath?" asked Kitrianna, ignoring the question for the moment. "Don't you have a Dream Self, too?"

"My mind has not yet adjusted to its new surroundings," he replied. "I am unable to summon the necessary concentration to manifest a pseudo-self. Why have you done this?"

"I couldn't bear the thought of being separated from you. The Great Healer gave me her blessing. You were to be reborn in a time and place of my choosing. I chose the Crysallia, so we could soar among the stars together. Is that such a bad thing?"

"I see," he said. "When you put it that way, how can I be angry? That has always been a dream of ours. Do you think the crysallids will accept me into the Groupmind? Should I answer their call?"

"Yes," said Kitrianna with conviction. "I need you, Kerath. I'm counting on you to take control of the ship. Just think of the adventures we'll share together! You and I, together once more. Isn't that what you want?"

"Of course," he said. With that, Kerath materialized beside her, shimmering and beautiful. His silver scales sparkled more brilliantly than she remembered, and he smiled a toothy grin. "Thank you for helping me to Focus."

The silvery motes of light swarmed toward Kerath, and she felt a tingle as they left her. They were joined by hundreds more, wreathing the dragon in a dazzling, silver-blue radiance. Kitrianna watched in wonder as they seemed to settle upon him, then were absorbed into his being.

"I have been accepted by the Groupmind," said Kerath. "The Crysallia is quite a marvel of construction. The crysallids are quite primitive by our standards, but I think I can manage to communicate with them. I stand ready to do your bidding, Bondmate. You should return to yourself."

"Yes," said Kitrianna with a smile. "It's time you stretched your wings, so to speak. Thank you, my friend. We'll talk later." Then, in a shimmer of light, she was gone.

**** ****

"She's coming around," said a voice, which she vaguely recognized as Chief Healer Idrial. "Psi rhythms returning to normal. Welcome back, Kitrianna. You gave us quite a scare. How do you feel?"

"Wonderful!" she said, smiling up at the ring of concerned faces surrounding her. "Everything is just fine. Just a delayed reaction to Power depletion. The invasion, the Cleansing, and all, you know. Nothing that can't be cured by a good night's sleep."

Idrial ran a portable scanner over Kitrianna's slender frame, then nodded, confirming her words. "In fact, your psi rhythm is much stronger than normal. You've been unconscious for about four hours. Plenty of time to rejuvenate. Especially if you're Bonded."

Kitrianna sensed that the Healer knew more than she was telling. She glanced toward Seraian, and he nodded slightly. So, Idrial had been informed of the Merging. She wondered how many of the other crew members knew as well.

She was aware of Kerath's presence, strong and comforting. The drone of the crysallid Groupmind was there as well, but on a much weaker scale. She attempted to sort through the jumble of images, and was able to make out a sense of weary anticipation.

"Rest," she thought, and the crysallids complied gratefully. It seemed that their Power, too, must periodically be replenished by rest. Suddenly, her own weariness seemed overwhelming, but she shrugged it off, attributing it to the mindlink with the crysallids.

Concentrating, Kitrianna erected a mental barrier to shield her from the Groupmind, but left herself open to Kerath. The fog lifted, and she felt much better. Her surmise had been correct. Despite Idrial's protests, she stood, and regarded her companions appraisingly.

"Well, I'd say that our first run was a resounding success," she said to them. "We know now that the Crysallia can perform well in a combat situation. What I have in mind for our next mission is an interplanetary journey. We need to be certain of our hyperdrive capabilities before attempting a longer journey."

"Agreed," said Seraian with a smile. "It will be interesting to see how a starship made of living crystal stands up to the stresses of leaving our planet's gravitational field. Will the ship's biomagnetic field be strong enough to protect her? Let's hope so."

"We have done extensive testing on smaller crafts," said Kerren reassuringly. "The Energy Matrix should hold up quite well. We have employed a compensator to keep temperatures on board down to a tolerable level. I don't foresee any problems."

"Good," said Kitrianna. "We will begin preparations tomorrow." Her fingers moved rapidly upon the PCD (portable communications device) keying in specifications, then handed it to Seraian. "I want the Crysallia outfitted with a shuttle and 10 stingers. The shuttle is for diplomatic missions, the stingers for military purposes. I'll not chance an extended journey without them."

"I'll have them commissioned at once," Seraian said, saluting smartly. "May the blessing of the Nine be upon you." Then, executing an about face, he left.

"I have to make my report to the Queen," she said then, making a sour face. "Well-done, everyone. The rest of the day is yours. Enjoy yourselves; you've earned it."

Kitrianna was nearly dancing as she left the Crysallia. Things were finally looking up for her. She was the Commander of the first Drakendi starship, with an opportunity for unlimited adventure and excitement. No more court drudgery for her!

"My Stardragon," she said aloud, sending the thought to Kerath. "Our lives are in our own hands, now. The freedom of the stars awaits us. I wouldn't have it any other way."

"Nor would I, Kitti," came Kerath's reply, echoing her own excitement. "Now, if only I can figure out how to move like a dragon! The crysallids have a long training session in store for them. I hope they're up to the challenge."

"So do I, Bondmate," said Kitrianna, laughing in contentment. "So do I." For the moment, life was good.

- The Beginning -

OOC: This was just a background story leading up to the main event. Next, the Watchers, and the Greater Galaxy! Stay tuned to this channel, folks. Things are about to heat up! Peace, out.