Age: Young adult
Training: Communications officer
Blad is a quiet and easy-going man, but he keeps his thoughts and
convictions private. He'll seldomly speak his mind, but waits for the
others to share their thoughts. He's very work-orientated and takes pride
in doing his job well. He has some knowledge on computer programming and
can fix basic problems in that regard. He has a brown, flaky skin that's
rough to the touch, a decent-sized tail and a spiky ridge that runs from
the top of his head to the base of his back.
Advantages: Sturdy skin (armor), keen hearing, underwater breathing.
Time passed slowly at Erizon as the crew of the WiRSS5-23 repaired
their ship. There was little to do on the planet but the absence of large
predators was a definite plus. The locals seemed to hint at a mysterious
presence in the woods though, so Grash, Blad and Schub had steered clear
Getting the necessary parts delivered to Erizon had proved to be
impossible, unless they'd been willing to wait for half a decade since
they'd need to be dispatched from halfway across the galaxy. The people at
the company however had given them coordinates to a nearby space station
that likely carried the necessary parts. The Refugium it was called,
orbiting a planet called Zar. Supposedly it had some incredible deals on
lodgings and it had several biodomes that replicated different terrains.
And it basically was their only option. So, the Refugium looked about as
wonderful as food to a starving man.
Their journey there was uneventful though stressing as the WiRSS5-23
creaked and groaned under the abuse. She was really overdue for a big
tune-up. Grash felt a stab in his heart for each pained shriek the ship
gave. Schub didn't fare much better as he often looked over his shoulder,
wondering about cracks and the effect of what would happen if the hull
should breech. Blad tried to stay as sober as possible and chose to ignore
the others' behaviour. He just prayed the ship would hold.
And hold she did. Finally the WiRSS5-23 reached the Refugium and as they
explained their situation she was allowed to dock quickly. As the three
reptilian humanoids disembarked, Nebzy, Grash' pet that usually stayed on
the ship, flew out ahead of them and seemed intent on exploring. The
little yellow-cream spotted Snek was usually pretty disinterested in the
places they visited but maybe even she had noticed the dire situation
they'd faced on the way here and felt like she needed to egt out. Or maybe
she just smelled all the delicious smells and saw all the breathtaking
sights. Lights, dozens of people, all different species, races and
After a minute or so of walking they were being processed by the visitor's
center, given a place to stay and let out into the main city. They
were milling on the streets, unsure of what to do when they were
approached by a sparkly white, violet-marked, winged and furred dragon.
"Goodday gentlemen." she said, "Might I presume you are
"Yes we are." Blad answered truthfully, "Not many people
know of our world."
"I like to travel, " the dragoness confessed, "My name is
"Nice to meet you." Schub said.
The three introduced themselves and listened as L'ledax told them stories
of her adventures when she'd visited their planet. The dragoness had a
remarkable way of portraying their home in such a way that they started to
feel a little homesick.
"Oh, I think you might want to visit some of the biodomes. An Udraku
clutch is currently there and they would be looking for bonders who can
handle a more humid environment."
Grash looked a bit hesitant, "Or earthy." L'ledax added.
"We should check it out!" Schub said enthusiastically.
"They might ask you a few questions too but don't let that deter you.
I think you would have a good chance and I've been known to be right a lot
about these things." the dragoness winked and sent them on their
Many had come to see her eggs, people from worlds beyond Atefes'
imagination. Each of them had been inspected with patience and
deliberation, scrutinized until they squirmed and sweat beneath the mighty
shadow of the female udraku. Many of them passed. Many others didn't, and
she drove them from the egg mounds with billows of fiery smoke. The other
udraku kept watch outside the ring of egg mounds, hidden in the deep
swamps until only their bright eyes peered out of the gloom.
Her eggs were safe. They were protected. There would be no thieving here.
And so they remained waiting until the eggs were ready and the great
shapes of other udraku rose out of the muck and encircled the mounds,
crooning back to the chirps of the hatchlings. The young would still have
to dig their way free, a testament to their strength, but they were
surrounded by the encouraging song of adults. Stragglers would be helped,
but for now, the children muscles their own way into the world. Atefes
scanned the swamp in search of one of those alien figures and urged them
to contact the authorities.
Moments later the swamp swarmed with aliens, keeping a cautious distance
from the egg mounds encircled by the udraku.
Atefes stood above the peat mound, her massive wings spread to shield the
sight of her children digging free. Crackling yellow smoke billowed from
her mouth as she rumbled the arrival of her brood.
Blad watched his captain head off toward the pile of meat, new bond in
tow, and nodded solemnly to himself. Schub was still bouncing around too,
watching the udraku crawl from the nests with exuberant expectation. Blad
preferred to keep to the middle of the group, quiet and unassuming. If he
bonded, he bonded, and there was nothing he could do at this point to
change the outcome.
:: You're right :: a cool voice murmured into
Blad's mind. :: I've already chosen you. I'm
Zandlethi and I think we'll accomplish great things together. ::
Blad searched the ground and found a large mottled grey hatchling heading
toward him, his keen turquoise eyes narrowed in contentment.
Grash bonded at the
Hatchling Length: 2'0"
Adult Height: 13' at shoulder
Abilities: Telepathy, Verbal Speech, Breath Weapon: Light, Breath Weapon:
Zandlethi doesn't care about much outside of himself and Blad. He's more
talkative than his bond, but not by much, and he's not afraid to speak his
mind. Zandlethi is quietly nefarious with aspirations that likely go far
beyond Blad's own. He doesn't tolerate foolishness and has no compunctions
telling someone (especially the young Schub) how he feels about their
flaws. It's a good thing he's not looking to make friends outside of Blad,
as his forthright and callous demeanor makes him... well... rather
unfriendly. While he loves Blad, Zandlethi has no qualms against using his
bond to further his own goals. It's likely he'll end up causing some
conflict aboard the WiRSS5-23.
The WiRSS5-23 had been repaired and Grash had ordered the rwo others of
the crew to pack up so they could disembark once more. Life at the
Refugium was comfy, but living a life of luxury would only make them weak.
He'd had no difficulty locating a job they could do.
Though their first run would be a short trip, it had only taken a few days
for frustration and boredom to drive Bhele into nervous pacing around the
ship. With the added bulk of the growing udraku, the ship felt smaller and
:: I want to get out.:: Bhele growled.
:: Though luck. :: Sbinzi answered her before
Grash could. The brown udraku felt it was his duty to help keep the others
in order. After all they were his clutchmates.
Zandlethi didn't quite see the hierarchy in the same way and bristled at
the show of dominance.
:: Who died and made you boss? ::
Grash had his sneck fire a couple of small energy bolts. Though they
didn't hurt much, they did get the dragons' attention.
"I'll be the one to determine what happens."
"Do we have time for a stop on a nearby planet?" Schub asked,
feeling Bhele's frustration keenly.
Grash considered and finally figured some fresh air and room to expend
energy would help them all.
"Alright, we'll make a short stop but then we'll be on our way
"Like last time." Blad mumbled, recalling how bad their last
pit-stop had gone, although truth be told that hadn't been Grash' fault so
Blad wisely kept his mouth shut and urged Zandlethi to keep from biting
Sbinzi the moment he turned his back.
:: Thanks Schub. :: Bhele crooned, nuzzling
her bond, :: You are the best ::
Gloed - Genster - Grash
- Blad - Schub
Credits: all background images and
reptilian pictures found with google.