Dragonstar - 03Part 3
Swallowing his pride, Trace got up into a crouch and ran across the gap between the two jumpers, blaster bolts striking the concrete floor behind him. Firing his blaster wildly, the boy dived into the backseat.
Move over scale face, Trace said as he clambered into the front, I'll drive. Although he bristled at the racial slur, Korodo nonetheless relinquished the driver's seat to Trace and climbed over onto the passenger seat.
Be my guest squirt, she wont start.
Course not, Trace said punching the keypad, I reprogrammed the start code, its easier than hotwiring it. Trace quickly started the jumpcraft, and seeing the display lights shining a solid green, wasted no time in accelerating out of the garage as the assassins sprayed the back of the jumper with blaster fire. Fortunately, the jumpers bodywork was made of a special material designed to be impervious to personal blaster fire.
Dragonstar - 02Part 2
Yawning, Lord Korodo chewed on his breakfast as he watched the news. Death, destruction and mayhem in the Outlands. Ever since Emperor Mezzenbone had taken the throne, it seemed the Dragon Empire had set itself on a path of aggressive expansion, with legion after legion sent to primitive pre-technological worlds on missions of conquest. The policy sickened him. He may have shared the blood of the red dragons, but that was all, he did not share their love of conquest. Some members of House Mazorgrim seemed to revel in the bloodbath their Emperor was causing and after 5 thousand years of relative stability, the Empire was entering a period of turmoil. That this period coincided with the first royal house of Asamet to take throne was not a coincidence. Five thousand years ago, the Pact Draconis had ended the terrible war between the metallic dragons of the Kingdom of Qesmet and the chromatic dragons of Asamet, a war that had almost brought both kingdoms to the very
Dragonstar - 01- Part One -
Trace was picked up off the floor of the office by one of the guild's enforcers, an orc and shoved roughly back on to the wooden chair. Wiping his split lip, the young half-elf contemptuously spat a glob of blood at the orc. This earned the 15-year-old another blow to the face, almost knocking him back off the chair. The coarse skin of the orc's fist scraped across his cheek leaving behind a series of rough scratches and the force of the punch sent a tooth clattering across the floor. Only the grip of the thug's partner kept him in the seat. Pulling his fist back for another blow, he was stopped by the dark-skinned human sitting behind the desk. That's enough, the guildmaster Dorga ordered, Youre getting blood all over my floor. Growling, the orc cuffed Trace across the back of the head, hard, causing him to grunt in pain. Brak! Barked the guildmaster, I said enough. Sneering down at Trace, the orc stepped back.