Tales from the deep
I’m in flight on a red dragon hovering over what appears to be a collection of huts behind a large wall. Archers are shooting at me, a strange flying machine approaches and a huge, burly, green skinned monster shakes his fist at me. I hear a coarse, very broken, and heavily accented voice say “Leave now, your kind no welcome here.”
This monster pulls a huge sword from a hidden compartment and starts to fly toward me. I urge my dragon into motion as the monster behind me appears to be forming a ball of fire in his hand. He hurls the ball of fire toward me.
I wake up in my bunk, I’m back in my Caracal missile boat, and now I have a splitting headache from banging my head on the bulkhead above me. I gotta lay off the late night pizzas. Hm, Good thing I awoke too, sensors are detecting what could be a wormhole in this sector of space.
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