......and as Inquirer cremates her fallen human comrades and
then goes through approved radiation decom procedures for the abandoned
shuttle the first Alliance victims to the Phage came in......
The force field that keeps the glowing poisons out hums and air conditioning
units that keeps the lair a comfortable temperature whirs as Minestus reads
the last passages.
"No," mutters the dragon as he reads yet another lore book. "That doesn't
tell me anything I don't already know!"
The dragon, in human form, takes the book and hurls it into the large
pile of scrolls and books in one corner of his lab.
Bags are under the frustrated dragon's eyes. He has been in human form
so as to better handle the lore-books he needed to read. He was paying
a price for being in this form. He stifles a yawn and reaches for yet another
mug of an import from the Middle Eastern lands of Terra: coffee. Recently,
he had started forgoing adding anything to this vile stuff and had brewed
up a batch that could.....remove the paint off of a battleship's hull!
Minestus sighs contentedly as the caffeine hits his system, jolting him
awake. Then he scowls at the pile of books and scrolls, tempted to switch
back to dragon form.....and setting the lot ablaze.
"Great," mutters the darkly handsome human shaped dragon. "All I have
to show for the latest research project is nothing but.....a growing addiction
to coffee."
Almost on it own accord, his hands reach out and pour yet another cup.
Only when it is halfway to his lips, does the mage notice! He shouts and
smashes the cup in disgust, and then paces the room in a funk.
"Of the five Enclaves, only three were still intact when....." Minestus
mutters to himself darkly. He forces himself to spit it out. "....when
my Lizard 'friends' dropped something that nearly killed ME! Those SOBs
killed my remaining Circle members because.....they had been up in the
area of Gala....which is now only becoming safe again from whatever that
weapon released along with that fireball. Oh, the Race had promised.....that
my allies would be safe around the areas of Landing. No Alliance soldiers
would DARE show their face in such a fortified place. Then.....I felt them
die as I tumbled between worlds! But now.....with my Crystallic broken.....I
can't avenge you......"
The last part is directed to the ceiling above, as if the dragon could
see the spirits of his slain Circle.
"I can barely see into a few parallel time streams," murmurs the wyrm
darkly as he looks into a large mirror he kept to the side. Suddenly, Minestus'
pacing stops. A look of surprise, and anger passes through his face.
"By Tiamat!" he swears at the lump of human flesh of his last victim
as it floated in it's preservative brime. "Parallels! All I need do is
not bother trying to repair a pile of glass that has no chance of being
repaired! I just will go out and TAKE one.....from a parallel world! Why
didn't I think of that EARLIER?!"
Minestus stiffles another yawn, and then walks over to his bed of coins.
Shifting forms, the dragon waddles into his comfortable bed, and curls
up for a bit of shuteye. What he planned to do next took a totally alert
and awake mind.
"Just through the mirror darkly to the origin of this journey," murmurs
the dragon, falling asleep. "Reach out and touch something.....and then
onto revenge.....finish what I started......and my rightful place in the
order of things.....I deserve to be One!"
Minestus slips into sleep for a short nap. "Short" being a relative
term for dragons. This rest could last a week. It could last up to a month.
But.....as soon as the wyrm awakens......
-
 As the black blooded mass
murderer dreams a viewer would see a small pile of black barrels.....with
signs on them that would translate into: "Danger: Bio-weapon. Property
of the Imperial Research."
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