Slowly, he opened his eyes... -- Dracon Mountain

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Date Posted: 19:31:42 03/01/02 Fri
Author: Rupicolous
Subject: Slowly, he opened his eyes...

His eyes blazed with annoyance at the assistant who now disturbed his meditation. He stood, brushing away pebbles scatter about his tunic, baring his fangs as he stretched, his bones creaking with the bothersome action. Rupicolous had been expanding his awareness beyond the boundaries of Draco, finding amusement and information where his homeworld had ceased to meet his demands. but now, as the assistant described a tragic accident in the mining asteroid far above his world.

Gamma would of course have some unstable corridors. Silently Rupicolous cursed himself for not voicing his concerns sooner. The swiss-cheeselike tunnels intersecting throughout the orbiting chunk of rock could not possibly have an infinite amount of structural integrity. Though their Cybertronian allies had provided much needed protection from outside invasion in exchange for Draconium, the Dracans were still opposed to having outsiders set foot upon their soil, Rupicolous most vocally. Perhaps this was why he had held his tongue. The ground of his world was sacred to him; this was not simply what he preached to his flock to corral them; it was his deepest belief. The thought of outsiders, even friends like the Cybertronians, tunneling and weakening Draco as they had Asteroid Gamma repulsed Rupicolous.

If an emergency meeting of the the various priests and priestesses was what was in order, then so be it. Reluctantly, he stepped into a grav-tube, more inorganic alien technology, and was soon on his way to Mount Arreat.

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