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Zmei soon began to communicate by mixing the patois with the draconian to initiate communication by horns and how to do it.

A network was set up very quickly and I had to re-explain with Zmei everything I knew and that they did not hesitate to ask for help with intelligence tests.

I could take over.

Fuchur panicked and so did the young dragons, but they had to come forward.

We all made a promise to each other that we would pool everything together and leave no one behind. The strongest help the weakest and the dark dragons were to help the surviving golden ones. We swore that we were all brothers and that we were one united family. We all swore on honour to sacrifice ourselves if necessary for the young and the eggs and to keep our secrets until death.

They all consider me as their queen, or sooner their princess, and all the males start dreaming about me as a result. I keep a good figure, but I also have guilty thoughts that made other dragons blush with jealousy.

We had to take care of ourselves a little bit because of our situation as waiting slaves.

But I had to work on my mission and it wasn't easy.

I printed out a discreet remote control to open and close the airlock without control and asked for natural quartzite stones. They were passed off as aquarium decorations. And drones saw them delivered to the ship, automatically, via the nearby space elevator.

I took the stones, enchanted them, and set up a teleportation circle described in one of Mandrake's grimoires. The power is magical, but for me, it's a piece of cake. Then, with my skills as a blacksmith, I made necklaces, symbol of the dragon family and our goddess Bahamut. But in fact it was an assortment of magic stones to put on the ground as a glyph to make a magic teleportation circle. Each stone was housed in a ring of its own and they had to reproduce the support with their blood between the stones. Then I would initiate the bonding and the teleportation.

This means of transport was unobtrusive and impossible for humans to interfere with. Magic was unknown here and the very notion was absurd. Moreover, we trained ourselves not to let our mana ooze into nature and thus forbid magic to humans who would try it. Besides, this would represent a danger for us because humans would want to exploit us even more. or even fear us and eventually eliminate us.

My necklaces were shipped and distributed to the dragons after careful analysis. Of course, they detected no radiation or mechanisms. They were objects of worship. It greatly enhanced our rapprochement with citizenship.

The cult was a trumped up excuse, but still had its origin in the dark dragons and toxic dragons, scorpions. The Bahamut cult of course existed and worshipped a minor goddess who protected and supported the evil dragons.

But the cult required that 15-35% of the booty be dedicated to the goddess but out of avarice they usually put expensive or valuable artifacts or weapons in a dark corner of the lair hoping that the goddess would pass into the shadows and bless or put a bonus or buff to the item in question. But most of the time sacrifices of living beings were performed there as an offering to the Bahamut dragon. Sometimes they were human sacrifices with their throats slit and left in the dark corner and most of the time they disappeared, devoured by the goddess herself.

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A human sacrifice had a 100% chance of bringing the goddess to the death corridor.

But few dragons dared to venture into the corridor right after the sacrifice for fear of ending up on the menu.

She was fierce and voracious. And had five heads. Each head could split off and sire a dragon. But most of the time it had five heads. In rare cases one of the heads was killed and powerful candidates were chosen, but mostly against their will.

The absolute horror was to be a new one of those 5 heads. Through infinite harassment and taunting of the other heads they all bent and became one with the others destroyed by madness. She had up to 8 heads in the past and was called the great Hydra.

One of the peculiarities of this goddess is that she is able to tear apart space and time and to cross immense distances. A difficult notion to conceive.

I also built force stones, anti-magic and inverted force fields.

And rocket stones to move through space.

I set them like rings on wing fingers and I made a test in a vacuum, attached to a cable.

my wings worked well in the vacuum but beating was useless then I tried to push mana out of my wings and I had a thrust in the vacuum.

I was now able to fly in space. I could withstand the cold and the rocks gave me better stability because you can quickly go into a spin if you don't control the thrust!

I had to train for several hours to accelerate, brake and turn and above all to orientate myself with the stars.

The good thing about the rocks was that they were not detected by radar because they were too small and were like space rocks.

My exits were coupled with an invisibility spell and I would ask Peter d if the sensors saw something or detected something.

He told me they didn't.

Perfect!

Now, I went to the main deck and asked for the dock plans. I was going to make it look like a spaceport side accident and not a shuttle side one.

The worst accidents with the machines are when the program is running and everything is fine but too strong!

My new-found engineering skills were going to work miracles, or rather disasters.

Then the fateful day arrived. Mrs. World was in a hurry to see the dragons and their release from quarantine to be temporarily released in the large orbital "aviary" in order to sort them out and depart permanently for the care centers, let's say the breeding farms... which are roughly called "reserves"...

Showtime, my dear, you're in for a treat. It's nothing personal, but it's a little bit. You won't be sending us to your Artemis...

The Artemis, a gigantic destroyer-class warship converted to a fighter-class ship, was chartered. Mrs. World laughed at her husband's peaceful and scientific aspirations. She'd watch him break his neck and then buy back his shares for a loaf of bread.

The ship could not get anywhere near the size of the spaceport, so a shuttle was launched with plastic personnel and a few leeches from its board of directors.

The day before I had studied the boarding and disembarkation system and launched myself into the void on the path the shuttle would take. Surprisingly, our mana thrust allowed us to have shuttle-like speeds, I say we, at last I am the Apollo of dragons, the Armstrong of draconian space conquest and the first living being in space.

World still couldn't believe the possibilities of my existence.

His wife was protected by state-of-the-art security, and master hunters served as his bodyguards at all times. Her security rivaled that of some presidents.

On board, one of the guards was on the qui vive and mentioned to his boss his discomfort and felt like pressure, a sensation of murder, a murderous intention.

He told her to put on a suit and activate emergency stabilizers. She refused to get dressed and replied that he was being paid for her protection and that she had put on her best clothes for the occasion at their meeting and at the party organized in honor of the presentation of the dragons to the whole world and the colonies by live rebroadcast.

The men had several colonies in space and a terraforming process was underway but would take centuries to achieve a viable and stable atmosphere.

So I saw the shuttle and began to follow it. Its identification was accurate and I could see the heads of the passengers from the outside. They couldn't see anything at all, thanks to my illusion and invisibility spells I had perfected at the academy.