Antares
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Taurus
Granite Thresher
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Energy: 47/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Light.
Male Pearlcatcher
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
4.57 m
Wingspan
4.54 m
Weight
380.25 kg
Genetics
Coal
Skink
Skink
Oilslick
Alloy
Alloy
Antique
Ghost
Ghost
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Pearlcatcher
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
6
AGI
6
DEF
6
QCK
7
INT
7
VIT
6
MND
7
Biography
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antares/♂ blight of the gagarin launch control center Some superstitions you follow out of habit. Left shoe over right, shampoo before conditioner. Everyday things you don't notice feel right until you do them the wrong way, and everything seems shifted to the left a little for the rest of the day. Some superstitions you follow because you hold merit to them. Defensive driving, for one. And Murphy's law: whatever can go wrong, will. It's a fact of life you've accepted ever since you took up your job at the Baikonur Astronautics Agency, watching over computers in the newly constructed Nelyubov Firing Room at Gagarin Launchpad. Living on Baikonur Base Volkov, you hear horror stories of times when a number slipped past a controller's eye, or when they trusted that something could correct itself, and everything, quite literally, blew up in their faces. After all, the Firing Room had to be reconstructed after a launch mishap created a shockwave so powerful, it destroyed the former Firing Room with a full crew of flight controllers inside. Barely any survived. In fact, late at night, some dragons express distaste for the new Firing Room. The technology is fantastic, and it's easier than ever to keep up with a launch, and, of course, it's structurally superior to its predecessor. But it was built on the same grounds as the last one, and that doesn't sit comfortably with everyone. Some dragons have reported seeing apparitions while they're working. Usually, they're easily dismissed as tricks of light. Lightning dragons aren't the most superstitious, after all. But some of them almost make you wonder. When stories spread over years of a phantom almost like a dragon, but bathed in fire, you begin to wonder if there's something in the water causing everyone to hallucinate the same thing. And every day the phantom supposedly appears, the launch is scrubbed; or ends in disaster. One day, you come into work. You're in a crisp, ironed button-down, each button carefully slipped into place and a dark blue tie around your collar. Your name badge is pinned dutifully to your shirt. Another launch. The usual. You take a seat at your station and prepare for the day's launch. An hour passes in the countdown before launch time nears. Nearly 11 am. Nothing out of the ordinary; everything appears nominal. Lucky for you, you've even got a launch hour that agrees with dragonkind's circadian rhythms. You look up to check the time on the countdown, and you see it: He's a Pearlcatcher, but he must be bigger, because you can see him clearly from your place at the back of the Firing Room. His eyes glow yellow, but his body is ablaze with fire. In the place of a pearl, almost most jarringly, is a mass of molten material, twisting beneath his claws, writhing as if desperate for life, but never dripping from between his claws. He gazes towards you, expression blank. It sends a chill through your bones like something out of a nightmare. You look to the Flight Director in the center of the room. No response. When you check back for the dragon, he's gone. Quickly, you check for the Flight Director again. She hasn't seen the apparation, and if she is, she's handling it far better than you are. Her hands are steady as she rests them against her console, keeping an eye on the readings in front of her. You look down at your own numbers, and they're nominal, but something seems off about the mission. You read over them again, and they're nominal. You're still staring at them when Flight calls for whether you're ready. You can't find a mistake, but something seems wrong. There has to be an error. There has to be. But there isn't one. Your voice sounds without you speaking. "Go." In that moment, you realize some superstitions make no sense to your mind. But your instincts? They know they're right. | - - - - - - - - - - - |
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