NationStates Jolt Archive

"I hope we're not sent back to that dig site, it'll be crawling with Jedi by now," Amalia remarked.

“If we have to go back, I will see what my master can do.” said Eric. “Maybe get the whole fleet together and fly in that way.”

"It would be better not to head out there," Amalia replied.

“Yes, it would be a good idea.” said Eric.

Amalia downed the last of the coffee and stood up. "Fuck this I'm heading back to the bridge," she said before leaving the mess hall.

Eric got up and followed her towards the bridge. He want to know what was going on.

Back on the bridge, Lady Nocturne was no where to be seen. Instead her first in command was there.

"Lady Nocturne wants you to head for Exetergrecia and await further orders," he told them.

“That is the capital.” said Eric out loud. “We will go. Plus, that means we will have to be quiet doing our mission.” he said. He took off to the hanger…

"I hope he'll be quieter then that," the first in command muttered once he'd left.

Amalia smirked at him and headed down to her ship. She climbed aboard and sat down in the pilots seat.

"Ready?"

"Yeah." said Eric.

"Good," Amalia smirked. She started the engines and manouvered the ship out of the docking bay. "One day to the hypergate, then four and a half through it. Means going past Tortuga, Lady Nocturne hates that place."

"Oh...I see." said Eric. He laid his head back and pulled his hood over his eyes. A few minutes later, he was asleep.

Amalia rolled her eyes and settled down for the long journey ahead.

Good that Eric was asleep and not using the Force to float around the shuttle because he would saw her roll her eyes. But he was asleep. So, everything was all right.

Once the ship was in hyperspace, Amalia wandered over to the weapons cabinet and took out a staff weapon. For the next few hours she would practice alone.

Eric continued to sleep of the first quarter of the trip. The best way to save enemy is to sleep. So, that is what he is doing.

After several hours of intense training, Amalia headed towards the back of the ship and took a can of dwarven ale from the fridge and gulped it down.

Eric got up and checked his holo-watch to see how long he was asleep. Then he got up and head to the back of the ship.

"About time you woke," Amalia remarked.

“Needed my rest.” said Eric with a smile. He looked around and said “I don’t like heading straight to DN’s capital planet. It is a dumb move.”

“We will have to watch what we do.” said Eric. “Because Kurt is in control, the Sith will be not want.”

"It's the capital, easy to blend in there," Amalia replied. "Just so long as we don't attract attention to ourselves."

“Well, my eyes are going to attract people but I have an easy idea to deal with it.” said Eric. He pull a pair of sunglasses from inside his cloak and put them on. “Nice?” he asked.

"Nah, they'd just think you're from the dark arts academy or something," Amalia replied. "Although that's in Dark Valley, a long way from the capital."

“Oh…I see.” said Eric as he put his sunglasses up. He sat down in the nearest chair and looked up at the ceiling.

Amalia smiled at him. "There are plenty of dark elves around the seedier parts of the capital," she told him. "Azazel may have gone but darkness still roams the planet."

“Lovely.” was all Eric said. He continued to look at the ceiling.

Amalia raised an eyebrow. "You're still worried about going there aren't you?" she queried him.

“Maybe.” said Eric. “This little quest is not feeling right to me. Maybe it is the Jedi in me that is telling me this a dumb idea.”

“We get these damn amulets, they better to do something.” said Eric looking at the floor now.

"They will," Amalia assured him. "Lady Nocturne knows what she is doing."

“Okay.” said Eric. He started playing with his lightsaber, flipping it and spinning it.

After a long journey through the jumpgate, they finally arrived in the Alpha Einherjer system. On the screen before them was the Draconian homeworld.

"Well there we are," Amalia said. "Draconis Nightcrawlis itself."

“Lovely.” said Eric. He was in a brown suit and light brown cloak over it.

“Jedi Knight Eric is back.” he said with a smile.

"Useful disguise," Amalia smirked. The shuttle began to head planetside. "Time to land, I know just the place."

“Yes, it is.” said Eric. “I’m just a dark elf Jedi with fangs.” He pulled out what looked like real teeth and pulled them in. “No more fangs.” he added. He pull his sunglasses on and smiled as the shuttle headed in to land.

The planet grew closer as Amalia looked over at Eric. "Now you just look like a vampire in a bad human disguise," she smirked.

“Oh…hush.” he said. He took the teeth things out and threw behind him. “Can’t talk right with them in.”

Amalia soon landed the shuttle in a spaceport just outside Exetergrecia. No questions were asked as she led Eric outside, the spaceport staff just didn't seem to care about who they were.

"Now we wait for our next orders," Amalia yawned.

“Okay.” said Eric as he looked around his surroundings. He wanted to make sure nobody would catch him off guard. “Know where a good pizza joint is at?” he asked.

"Should be a pizza place up the road," Amalia said and began to walk in that direction. "Hungry again then?"

“Always hungry.” said Eric. He started towards the pizza place…

Nobody really took any notice of them as they entered the pizzeria. Amalia ordered a pizza and sat down.

"See, nothing to worry about," she said.

“Good.” said Eric as he wait for his meat lover pizza to be done. “I have been here before Kurt took over. This planet as changed a little.”

"Yea, well that Azazel was a faliure," Amalia quietly said. "He was always destined to fall to his grandson and hey, Kurt is alot cuter."

“I know Kurt, too. Meet him at the acadmeny.” said Eric. “He would never touch you.”

"I know, wrong sex and too far on the darkside," Amalia sighed, then an evil grin crossed her face. "I would have to rape him."

Eric laughed at that comment. “Funny, funny.” he added. “I don’t think he would like it. He like it up…” Eric stopped himself.

Amalia laughed. "I've heard he likes being top and he's big," she smirked. Her grin widened. "Bigger then you even."

The pizza's were soon delivered.

“Well, I bet it is just rumors.” said Eric. “Being a leader, you can have a lot of rumors.” He started eating his pizza.

Amalia laughed and bit into the pizza. "Just have to ask one of his ex's," she replied. "Now just think of that furry body of his sliding against your skin, that would be kinky."

“Nope, sounds a little nasty.” he said then took another bit of pizza.

"Shame you're not blue and furry," Amalia laughed and scoffed down a slice of pizza.

“If I was blue and fuzzy, I would not care about it.” said Eric. He eat another slice of pizza. “But all ready look like a freak, don’t need to make it worst.”

“If I run into Kurt again, I see what I can do.” said Eric. He then whispered, “My Amalia needs a play toy.”

"You don't look like a freak," Amalia replied.

She smiled at the play toy comment.

“Well to you, I’m not a freak but to anybody else.” Eric said. “I’m a freak.” He finished another slice of pizza and down a whole glass of soda.

"Well to a typical Draconian you're not," Amalia pointed out and downed a tankard of ale.

"Well, most of the planets I'm on are not control by DN." said Eric.

Amalia leaned back having finished her pizza off. "Well then, go to better planets," she smirked. She pulled out a small tablet and began tapping into it.

“I will do that.” said Eric. He finished his last slice and drank a whole glasses of soda. He cleaned his mouth and hands off then asked “Ready?”

"Hold on a sec," Amalia said and finished what she was doing with the small computer and stood up. "We'll get a place and wait for further intructions."

"Okay. You lead the way and I will follow." said Eric.

Amalia nodded and walked up the street. Making sure Eric was still with her, she headed off down a dark alley. Soon she stopped beside a door and tapped something into a keypad. The door opened, revealing a dark hallway.

"After you," she said.

Eric stay with her the whole time. As they arrived at the door, he said “Sure.” He walked into the dark hallway and took his sunglasses off.

Amalia shut the door behind her and headed up stairs. She opened another door and led him inside to a standard looking bed & breakfast room. There was a double bed, a telly and an onsuite bathroom.

"Make yourself at home," she said.

Eric hopped down in the chair and turned the TV on. He started flipping channels.

"You won't find anything interesting," Amalia said. "They get only the most basic package here."

“Trying to find the news channel.” said Eric. “So, we can keep an eye on what is happening.”

"Try DBC News 24, channel 24," Amalia suggested.

“Thanks.” he said as he changed it to channel 24. He started watching the program…

Amalia sighed. "Looks like the usual," she said as the news reader went on about a ship that had crash landed in another part of the kingdom. "Wonder if they'll mention anything on that dig, I hope so."

“I know Kurt would know about it by now.” said Eric as he got up. He took his cloak off and put his weapons on the table near the chair. “He always knows.”

Amalia laughed. "Of course, he is King afterall," she replied. "They'll probably hush it all up, it was a pretty far out of the way planet."

“And pay off the family members of the people we killed.” said Eric.

"Oh if he did it properly he'd threaten the families with violence rather then money to shut them up," Amalia smirked.

“He is the good guy remember.” said Eric.

"Not when I'm done with him," Amalia smirked.

“You’re a freak.” he said. “But that is what I love about you.” He hopped onto the bed and looked at her. “Now, get over here.”

"A freak and fucking glad to be one," Amalia replied and leapt onto the bed.

“Sweet.” said Eric. Then he started undress her, throwing clothes all over the room.

Amalia smirked as she leaned down to kiss Eric.

Later she was woken by the sound of beeping. As she regained her vision she realised that it was her computer. She got out of bed and walked over to it.

The beeping woke Eric up, too. He rolled over saw Amalia at her computer. “Got our order?” he asked.

Amalia nodded. "We're going to have to meet someone," she replied.

“Okay.” said Eric. He started getting dressed and put his weapons in their places before he put on his cloak. “Who’s this person we have to meet? Got a name?” he asked.

"He's called Kaath," Amalia told him. She put her computer away and got dressed.

“Cool sounding name.” said Eric. He kissed her neck and head towards the door. He opened it and waited for her.

"Means dragon of," Amalia replied and headed out the door.

“Oh…” he said as he walked outside. He turned and said “Lead the way; I will be side the whole time.”

Amalia nodded as she headed down the street into a run down part of the city. She came across a tavern and headed inside. A noisey smokey room greeted them. There were a few men sat at the bar while others were playing pool. A man in a brown trenchcoat was taking the money of fools by way of card tricks.

Eric looked around the room. He saw a couple of dumb butts playing pool and a couple men at the bar. Then somebody make him stop looking. The man in the brown trenchcoat.

“Which one is Kaath?” he asked.

Amalia grimaced. "Fuck knows," she replied. "I have no idea."

“Well, here comes the fun part.” he said as he walked up to the bar. “Looking for Kaath. Seen him?” he asked the barkeep.

The barman looked up. "Who's asking?" he replied.

“Me.” said Eric. Then he use a Jedi mind trick on the me, “I will answer your questions.” he said.

OOC: How do you know he's not a robot?

"And who is 'me'?" the barman then said.

Knowing Eric had used the Jedi mind trick, Amalia found in interesting that the barman didn't fall under it. "An U.R.T.V. that's interesting, I thought only two survived," she remarked.

"No three, I hear there was one who went insane," the barman replied and went back to cleaning a tankard. "And I can't say where Kaath is unless you have an appointment."

“Just your friendly neighborhood Spiderman.” Said Eric. He looked over at Amalia and “We got an appointment. Right?” he asked.

OOC: Because you did not say it.

"Of course we have an appointment," Amalia told the barman. "We were sent to see him."

"Amalia and Eric right?" the barman then said.

“Correct.” said Eric. “Show us the way.”

"..." the barman replied and pointed towards the stairs. "Room thirteen."

He then went back to cleaning a tankard.

"Come on," Amalia said heading towards the stairs.

Eric followed behind Amalia as she headed towards the stairway.

Finding room thirteen, Amalia kicked open the door and walked inside.

"Hey what the fuck do you think you're doing," a voice yelled.

Amalia looked at the man for a moment before killing him with force choke.

Eric followed in after her and laughed as the man was killed. “That is how you get the job done.” he said.

Amalia smirked at Eric. "And now I have the info we need,she told him.

“So, we can find what we came here for.” said Eric as he watched the door behind them.

Amalia nodded. She took something from the dead man and put it in her pocket as she left the room.

Eric followed her out of the room, his hands at his side.

Heading outside, Amalia looked toward Eric. "What do you want to do first?" she asked.

"Go where we need to find the twin amulets." started Eric. "Then get off of this planet."

Amalia laughed. "So first it's to get off this planet then," she smirked.

“That sounds like a good idea.” said Eric. “Lead the way.”

Amalia lead Eric back to her ship and settle down as she prepared for take off.

"Another long journey ahead," she warned.

“I’m starting to love these long journeys.” said Eric as he hopped into the co-pilot’s chair.

"Well if we fail now, we'll be having a neverending journey," Amalia remarked.

The shuttle began to lift off and they were on their way.

“That is not something we need to say.” said Eric. “It is bad luck.”

"Hmph," Amalia remarked. "It'll be up to the Norns if we have bad luck or not."

"O...K..." said Eric, rolling his eyes. "You have to believe in the Norns before they can do anything to you. I'm have no God."

"I have been to planets that worship other gods. The Norns are not the only Gods out there." he added.

"Yea but their gods are not real," Amalia smirked at him.

“And the Norns are people who have powers.” said Eric. “Somehow they got powers and other people didn’t get them.”

“They are almost like mutants.” he added. “With powers to mess up your mind and kill you.”

Amalia shook her head. "It is only because of the gods that I exist," she replied. "So you should be thankful to them."

“I was born on Earth.” said Eric. “The Norns had nothing to do with me. But they did make you exist, so maybe they not that bad.”

"They didn't make me, they just made my parents meet and their parents and so on," Amalia pointed out.

“Okay, whatever.” said Eric. “Back to what we are doing. Where is this planet, we are heading to?”

"Hmiel DN," Amalia said. "Should be fun."

"What type of planet is it?" asked Eric.

"Well it has high radiation levels so we'll have to kit up," Amalia warned.

"Oh...I think I heard about this planet." said Eric.

"It's pretty infamous," Amalia said. "A favoured hunting place for stalkers."

“Oh….” said Eric. He yawned, he was getting tried.

"You sound bored," Amalia remarked.

“Nope, tried.” said Eric. He got up and kissed her on her forehead. “About to get some sleep. If I’m nit up in four or five hours, wake me out.”

He headed towards the back, “I don’t care how you wake me up, too.” he said before entering the back. Right as he hit the bed, he was out like a light.

"A sharp blow to the head should suffice," Amalia remarked quietly.

Entering the jumpgate, she set the ship to auto pilot and went to practice her moves. She would need it in order to survive on Hmiel DN. Until Eric wakes up she would practice alone.

Eric was asleep, it would take some loud to wake him up. Or something nasty.

Eric wakes up after only sleeping three hours. His face looked worried. It looked like he had one really bad dream or vision. His hair looked like he just got out of the shower.

Amalia raised an eyebrow as she looked at him. "You look worried," she remarked. "Saw yourself turning to the goody goodies side?"

"No, saw myself getting killed." said Eric.

"Interesting," Amalia said. "Do tell."

“It will take more visions to get more info on my death.” said Eric. “All I got was me laying on the ground with red eyes behind me. I know a Jedi didn’t not kill me.”

He closed his eyes, to get more of the vision.

“A dragon.”

Amalia chuckled. "Oh yea, some dragons can be blood thirsty, particularly black dragons," she replied.

"I have to find out this dragon is before he kills me." said Eric. "So, I can kill it."

"Red eyes is extremely rare in a dragon," Amalia said. "It is only the evilist of evil dragons that have red eyes. Around these parts dragons have yellow eyes."

“Oh…maybe Kurt has an evil side to him.” said Eric. “He is a dragon. Right?”

"According to rumour," Amalia replied. "But rumours always turn out to be false, he's an elf."

“Well, he is a demon to me not an elf.” said Eric. “About to do something freaky.” He closed his eyes.

He started chanting in elfish, this strange white ghostly smoke started appearing around him. He continued to do it until the whole room with full of the smoke. The smoke was not real, so it didn’t mess with the ship or the people in it. Eric opened his eyes.

Eric’s vision start appearing, but it was not like what was happened early. Eric was not the one laying in his own blood. It was his master. The red eyes walked forwards, it was a red dragon not black.

Eric looked at his left arm and back at the vision. The red dragon tattoo on his arm looked like the one in the vision.

The red dragon in began to show it true form, it became Eric. There was an evil smile on his face.

"Ok," Amalia said raising an eyebrow.

“That was what I was about to say.” said Eric. The vision started disappearing.

"And that is?" Amalia asked.

“My future, if I want to take it.” said Eric. He got up and started walking back and forwards. “If I did kill JWolf, I would have to take out Hart and the others that are loyal to him.”

“Or tell them his secret, which I know now.” said Eric. “He is a…”

Eric stopped walking and turned towards her. “Clone.”

“I have known three JWolfs in my life time; my first master, Lord JWolf, the clone and the original one.” he started. “I meet the real one in Anubis System, Anubis Galaxy. He looks like him but he has Jedis on his side. They are called Warlocks.”

“That damn clone doesn’t know he is a clone. It will f*** up his nano-bots after I tell him.” he added with an evil smile.

"So either you kill him or he kills you?" Amalia asked.

“Correct.” said Eric. “He is not that powerful as everybody thinks. Without his mutant powers, he is a Sith warrior.”

“So, he will not know anything about my vision or anything on this ship.”

Amalia smirked. "In this hypergate no one can hear you think," she told him. "Unless of course they're already onboard the ship."

"Oh..." said Eric. He was still thinking about what to do.

"So what do you plan on doing?" Amalia questioned him.

"Don't know." said Eric.

Amalia raised the training lightsaber she held in her hands. "Eventually you'll have to know what you plan on doing," she told him.

"Yeah, it is my future." said Eric. "And I will take it by the balls."

"Well as they say you can't escape your destiny," Amalia mentioned.

"Yeah." said Eric. "How long until we get there?"

"Less then four days I'm afraid," Amalia told him. "Look on the bright side, if we didn't have the jumpgate it would take us weeks."

“Well, I have a lot of time to think this over.” said Eric. He looked at his dragon tattoo, saw something strange. The red eyes were glowing. He pushed his sleeve down before Amalia could see it.

"Should be more then enough really," Amalia told him.

"Okay." said Eric. "So, what you want to do?"

Amalia just shrugged. "Up to you," she told him.

He pulled her over to him using the Force. He spun her around and made her have a seat next to her. “I need something to take my mind off of this.” He said.

Amalia smirked at him. "So what do you have in mind?"

He moved in closer to her and whispered "What do you think?"

Amalia grabbed his crotch. "Race you to the bed," she said and leapt away.

“We are on the bed.” said Eric. He pulled her to him and fell backwards.

"No thats a seat," Amalia laughed, lying down on the bed.

“How the hell I get over here?” he asked out loud. He jumped on the bed, right on top of her.

"You've been thinking too much it's scrambled your brain," Amalia smirked at him.

“Maybe.” he said as he kissed her neck. Then moved to other parts of her body.

Amalia closed her eyes as he did so. "Some resting your brain should help," she suggested.

Eric didn’t answer, he was in the mood.

Amalia didn't know how long she had been asleep for when she finally awoke once more. Sitting up she rubbed her eyes and looked around before getting up to check on their status.

Eric was out like a sack of bricks. He would be hard to wake up.

Amalia was going to let Eric wake up on his own accord as usual. Instead she put all her attention on going over the ships logs.

Eric rolled over and found he was the only one in the bed. He rolls to the edge of the bed and sits up. He rubs his eyes before getting up. Using the Force, he made a bottle of beer fly to his hand.

He opened it and down the whole bottle in seconds. Then throws it in the trash compartment. He walks into the cockpit area of the ship and fins standing there.

He walks up behind her and runs his hand around her waist.

"Was wondering when you'd wake up," Amalia remarked.

“Had to get my sleep, you tried me out.” said Eric. "We about there?"

"Almost," Amalia said. "A day or so. So have you figured out what to do yet?"

"Become the dragon." was all Eric said.

"Become the dragon?" Amalia asked.

"Yes, become the dragon." said Eric. "The one in my vision. I don't think I will really become one but we will see."

"Would be interesting if you did," Amalia remarked.

"Yeah, that would be cool." said Eric. "Maybe becoming a half dragon/ half man would be cooler."

"Which half dragon, which half human?" Amalia smirked.

"Looking human but having dragon scale and claws." said Eric.

"Enjoy fighting off poachers then," Amalia smirked.

"I'm a Sith, so it would be hard for them." said Eric. He ran his right hand down the front of her body.

Amalia smirked at him. "Dragon poachers cand be a pretty nasty bunch," she warned him. "Don't underestimate them."

“I’m not a dragon as of now.” said Eric.

"Ok," Amalia replied.

“Come to the back, so I can treat you like my Queen.” said Eric. With that his hand was off of her body and he was out of the cockpit.

Amalia smiled as she followed him.

Eric laid her down on the bed, with her back in the air. He starts giving her a full-body massage.

Then after a couple more days, the ship exited the hypergate and Amalia went down to the pilots seat to plot their course.

"Hmiel DN, here we come," she smirked.

“Yeah for us.” said Eric with funny face.

He had a glove his right hand but didn’t have one on his left hand. It was not because he was trying to look like MJ. It was because his right hand stated to formed blood red scales and that was a day ago.

The scales went up his whole right arm, now.

The ship jumped into hyperspace.

"That'll be seven hours give or take," Amalia told him. "Gives me some more time to practice."

"Oh..." said Eric as he took the glove off. His right hand was changed into something beautiful. It had scales and pure white claws at the end of each fingertip. The hand and arm looks like there was more muscle. And they did.

Amalia noticed it. "Neat trick," she remarked.

“Not a trick, hon. Can’t make it go away.” said Eric. He got up and head to the back. “I should have not opened my month.” he said.

Amalia raised an eyebrow. "Then what is it?" she asked.

“The starting of a new me.” said Eric. “I'm becoming a dragon or dragon/human hybrid.”

"Creepy," Amalia smirked.

“It is not that creepy.” said Eric. “Hell, maybe you will have more fun.” He winked after saying that.

Amalia smirked at him. "We'll just have to find out about that," she replied.

“Yes, we will see.” said Eric. “If scales form down there, you will get the ribbed effect.” He laughed at that before disappearing into the back of the ship.

Amalia laughed. "It still wouldn't protect you from the effects of radiation on Hmiel DN though," she replied.

A thin cloud of smoke formed around her, then Eric appeared behind her. “The Force can help in that department.”

His hand went to her sides, “Now, how about we train?”

Amalia willed a lightsaber over to her hand. "Still, I have a guy supplying us with stalker suits," she told him.

“Sweet.” said Eric before he and Amalia disappeared from the cockpit, leaving only a small cloud of white smoke. They reappeared in the back of the ship and Eric pushed Amalia away for him.

Using his left hand, he took his shirt off. Showing his whole right arm and upper right part of his chest had blood dragon scales on it.

With his light saber in his right hand, he said “Ready, sweet cheeks?”

Amalia raised her lightsaber. "I'm ready," she smirked. "Do your worst."

Eric just looked before the red blade came alive for his lightsaber hilt. Then eerily ghost like wind blew behind him and towards her.

Then he attacked by jumping to the left. Mid way through the jump, he changed to the right side. His lightsaber in both hands, ready to attack or block a shot.

Amalia quickly leapt up and struck a blow at Eric's lightsaber.

"Forgot you were fast." said Eric. He pushed in with his lightsaber, trying to make her back off.

"Mind too busy elsewhere then?" Amalia smirked at him.

She wasn't going to back off, far from it. Instead she kept up her attack, delivering blow after blow.

“Yeah. When you become a dragon/human hybrid, your mind does become to busy.” said Eric. Each time the lightsaber blades hit each other, a light show was being created in the back of the ship.

Eric’s left hand when off of his lightsaber and behind his back. Where his white bladed lightsaber was at. He turned it on and swung around with it before disappearing for her view. A thin white cloud of smoke and two lightsaber hilts was that was in front of her.

Eric reappears a few second later, behind her. His hand when to her butt and threw her towards the bed. “Now, that was fun.” He said with a smile. His ligthsaber hilts flew back to him and he put the red bladed one on his belt.

“Your move.” He said.

Amalia stood up again on the bed. She raised her blue lightsaber and smirked at him. "Now, let me think about my move," she smirked, seemingly leaving an easy opening.

Eric saw that she leave herself wide open for an attack. He started to move towards her but stopped himself. With an evil grin, he said “Don’t think I’m trying to kill you.”

Then he shot his right arm up and white lightning shot for his fingertips.

Amalia easily dodged the lightning which left a nast scorch mark on the wall behind her. "Hey, you're paying for that," she growled.

“A normal Force-user would have use their lightsaber.” said Eric. “To block the lightning. But you did dodge lightning.”

He looked at the scorch mark on the wall, “I can buff that out.” he said. "Now, don't think and attack."

"Ah but you cannot always rely on your lightsaber," Amalia pointed out.

“Yes, you are correct. It is just a tool.” said Eric. “Are you going to attack or talk?” he asked.

Amalia said nothing as the captains seat came away from the floor and went flying at Eric.

Eric could tell something was flying at him fast. He spun around and hit the chair’s chair with his right hand. Sending it flying into the wall.

“This training section is going to destroy the ship.” said Eric. “Maybe we can do something else.” He disappeared in white cloud of smoke and then reappears behind her. “Maybe play a game of…put the car in the garage.”

"It's my ship and I can damage it if I want," Amalia smiled. "But yea, that'll take up the time between now and when we arrive."

“And you yelled at me for shooting lightning at you.” said Eric in a playful tone. He knocked her lightsaber out of her hand and then he fell on the bed. He pulled his pants down and looked up at her. “Come on.”

"Like I said, my ship," she smirked.

"Come here." said Eric as he pulled her on top of him. Then kissed her.

A couple of hours later, Eric was dog tried and sleeping it off.

When Amalia awoke, she took the pilots chair and placed it back where it was meant to be. She then sat down to prepare leaving hyperspace.

Eric sat up in the bed, he yawned before getting out of the bed. He put his pants on before walking over to the mirror. The dragon scales have formed on his whole upper body. They start forming on his left arm near the shoulder.

He put his shirt on and heads to the cockpit.

"Not too long to go," Amalia told him.

“Sweet.” said Eric as he hopped down in co-pilots.

"Then we have to sneek past the ships of the Kukai Foundation," Amalia explained. "Will take all my flying skill to do but it can be done."

"Sounds fun." said Eric. A evil grin came across his lips.

"That's an understatement," Amalia grinned at him.

She leaned over and tapped something into the console.

Eric just sat back and relaxed. "Need help, just ask.” he said.

"Don't worry, I won't need it if I do it right," Amalia replied.

“Well, I will sit back and enjoy the show.” said Eric.

The ship exited hyperspace and Amalia manouvered the ship to the dark side of a nearby moon. "We'll wait here for a moment," she said, tapping into the console.

“Okay.” said Eric waiting for the ship to move.

"While we're waiting," Amalia began to say. "Once we're past the Kukai Foundation ships we'll be sneaking aboard the lab ship, we're meeting a scientist there."

“Now, that sound fun.” said Eric. He like doing stealth missions.

"Any questions about this and Hmiel DN?" Amalia asked.

“Not really.” said Eric. “If I need to know something, just tell me.”

Amalia nodded. "In that case don't do anything unless I tell you to do it," she then told him.

“Yes, Mistress.” said Eric with a smile.

"Now thats a good little slave," Amalia grinned. "Now behave and I won't be forced to bring out the cat-o-nine tails."

“Hey!” said Eric. “I’m not a slave. I’m your play toy.”

Amalia raised an eyebrow. "Same difference," she replied.

“If that is it, you’re my slave too.” said Eric.