<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #00FF00"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">IN A GALAXY, FAR, FAR, AWAY</span></span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="https://img.timeinc.net/time/daily/2011/1106/360_spiral_galaxy_0603.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><br/>Vampires, Drow, Elves, Mages, Orcs, Dwarves, Humans, Faeries, Shifters and Numerous other Creatures have all expanded their reach into the galaxy, each carving out their sectors of space... unfortunately despite the expanses of the universe they still fought one another... as even the universe was never enough to satisfy either races lust for power.<br/><br/>Neither technology, nor the abundance of resources has brought peace.... only new wars and conflicts! Mere Humans with powered combat space suits could now fight Vampires. Advances in Armor and materials had turned lead bullets into pellet guns! Now high powered blasters and Laser Swords were needed for up close and gruesome slaughter... Basically bringing thousands of years of advancement back to the times of Black Powder, Muskets, Swords and Magic! only this time it was high powered laser weapons, swords and Space Ships.<br/><br/><br/>----<br/><br/><br/>High Lord General Xander Cortez, loomed easily over six foot five but with his cold pitch black orbs and wide shoulders, amplified by his bronze greco-roman styled armor of his space suit and his dark red cloak that flowed behind him he might as well have been nine foot tall to the officers who sat at the table watching him pace back and forth.<br/><br/>"Play it again!" he commanded.<br/><br/>"As you command, High Lord General," replied a meek voice from the dark corner of the room, and once again Lt Serres started from the beginning. "As we saw before, apparently the Destroyer Red Requiem was out on patrol when they attempted to pursue a pod of Ghost Dragons migrating through space.... that white flash is where they jumped, sometimes they are also called Warp Dragons for this novel ability.... this behavior is normal, the dead Worp dragons we find have very little protection, their only advantage is that somehow they know how to jam our sensors...it was by mere luck that we even spotted them at a distance....<br/><br/>"And you are saying that these fragile Ghost Dragons......are the same as the one that Attacked The Requiem?" Cortez Demanded.<br/><br/>"Exactly the same according to our analysis.... this is a picture of what we normally in counter," he announced put several dead remains of the ice dragon corpses out on laboratory tables.... each had smooth vulnerable pearly white scales, and the bristles on his back, where malleable soft fuzzy white velvet... much like the velvet on deer antlers. "Some are small as cats, others not much bigger than single seated pod racer or a horse..." He announced then the Hologram image was switched ....<br/><br/>"This is what Attacked the Ship.... we have come to believe...eventually perhaps after hundred or thousands of years their scales turn to armor plates and their soft malleable velvet bristles turn to spikes.<br/>"<br/>DRAGON THAT ATTACKED<br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://www.amazingwallpaperz.com/wp-content/uploads/Ice-Dragon-High-Quality-Wallpapers-450x450.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><br/>General Cortez arched his brow..."So this thing, This Giant Ghost Creature, Flew right up to one of my ships... without any heat signature, and Our Energy Fields didn't even faze it?' He remarked in cool calm calculating tone.<br/><br/>"Yes High Lord General... no one even new it was there until it flew inside"<br/><br/>General Cortez frowned, "Regardless of its abilities to hide... That ship is not made out of wax! ....How?..... Where did it get into the ship?"<br/><br/>"The Hangar Doors where open to allow our fighter craft to land.... so it pretty much walked or flew right in...." Lt Serres explained and the image of the open Hangar door was presented.<br/><br/><br/>Image<br/><a class="postlink" href="https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/51/0f/02/510f028aa4842fdade44cbe2e445ca28.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/><br/>Cortez tilted his head, his cold pitch black orbs focused on the project imaged and contemplated for a long moment....<br/><br/>"So it first out maneuvered our fighters.....and then It... it .... it just walked in...so you are saying, at this very moment, with our current advanced technology! We wouldn't know if one these was nesting ontop of the command bridge!" Cortez Exploded!<br/><br/>"Highly unlikely! But it could be possible to latch on to our ships to for a free ride, sir!"<br/><br/>"And that big one....that one ripped through three levels, crippled one of my Destroyers and killed over 200 crew members?"<br/><br/>"Yes...but fortunately they Killed the Dragon and saved the ship." Lt Serres announced.<br/><br/>Cortez turned away from the screen and shook his head in disgust, "A pity," he sighed in disappointment.<br/><br/>Lt Serres lowered head mournfully, "Yes... such high casualties, this was by no means a victory," He acknowledged, obviously feeling guilty for trying to twist the narrative into a positive.<br/><br/>Cortez paused and then let out a slow calloused dry chuckle, "A Pity, they failed in capturing it, Alive!" he clarified... this caused a small stir of dismay and disapproval from the captains and officers who had gathered around...<br/><br/>"But High Lord General! Such a creature would be impossible to capture alive! We were lucky the entire ship would have been lost!" Exploded one the ship's Captains.<br/><br/>But Cortez wasn't phased in the slightest.<br/><br/>"Then we find a young one, something that can be broken, molded and trained to obey commands.... With such a creature our prowess in combat would be unmatched! A single rider would be able to take down an entire battle ships... maybe even entire fleets!"<br/><br/>"How is that possible? We have only found dead Worp dragons! this could take hundreds of years!" Protested another who was sitting on a table.<br/><br/><br/>"Then I will set loose the Norna, to hunt them!" Cortez declared and held up three glowing blue incandescent viles of blood.....<br/><br/>"The Norna!....The Norna would be useless! We would need blood from a living Worp Dragon! Not a dead one! Such things should not be squandered on those half breeds!" Protested One.<br/><br/>"One vile is worth more than more than average annual fighter pilot's salary!" exploded one of the officers in dismay.<br/><br/>"Such things should only go to pure vampiric Lords! " Sneared another.<br/><br/>Cortez smiled, "As such a Lord myself, I can give it to the Blood Hunter I choose," he declared, "Send in (( Officer Name of your Character ))"<br/><br/>"You are going to give those to her! She has served under my commanded for a hundred years! Five times she has been captured by the Drow! She is reckless! Insubordinate! And...."<br/><br/>"And she has nearly always escaped without your assistance...but most importantly, no matter how long she is gone, she has never come back empty handed... unlike you," Cortez corrected him. "And that is why, I am going to be overseeing the command of your ship... I personally will be leading this expedition, and you will be re-assigned to terrestrial patrols," he informed him.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>At that moment the doors opened, and General Cortez turned to face the Norna Female Blood Hunter as she entered the dimly lit strategy room.<br/><br/>Ingoring the former captain Wilkes who was silently sitting in his chair fuming in rage, Cortez went on to inform the Blood Hunter of the new changes in order. "I will be commanding of your vessel that you are currently serving on," Genaral Cortez declared, "You have been tasked to track down and capture a living Worp Dragon," he informed her, and then tossed them one by one in rapid succession into the air... although he was not concerned about the Blood Tracker's dexterity ... they of course were not normal glass so even if she did not catch them all, they would be no concern of them breaking.<br/><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/16/33/43/1633435188c35e0c2ceda0cf31290a47.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/>"I know you are a Norna, I know you do not need blood to live... but heed my instructions carefully...<br/><br/>Only take a single Drop on your tongue at time every other day or as few times times as you can fight the thirst.... Once you taste it this blood... you may not starve... but you will thirst..... you will need and crave its power, more and more ... you have been given three vials ... eventually you will run out, and there is but only one antidote," Cortez declared. "You will need a new source...a living source... a living dragon to sustain your cravings.....or....or eventually ... you will go mad... perhaps you will not starve Norna like other vampires...but you will go mad, and I will not take pity on you.... you will suffer until you complete the hunt and bring back a living worp dragon..." General Cortez explained in low somber tone, "IF you succeed, I will make you into one of my generals! IF you don't... I will jettison you out with the rubbish...as that is all you will good for. I will be boarding soon within the hour.... gather what you need for the hunt! Weapons, gear, even soldiers and pilots to assist you... I give access to it all... remember...once you drink the last vile...you won't get another," he declared...................<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>=======<br/>THE HUNT BEGINS<br/>============<br/><br/><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;">Destroyer<a class="postlink" href="http://images4.alphacoders.com/787/thumb-350-78756.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>---------------------------------<br/><br/>One Year Later...................<br/><br/>Approximately one year later out in deep space.... nothing... there has been so sign or sighting of any Worp Dragon. Eventually the ship, named "RedStar" was forced to dock and resupply at the nearest space station....<br/><br/>During which time, most of the crew rushing took their much desired leave out into the station to either go gamble, whore, hunt, and or see what the other sights and amusements the space station to offer.<br/><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;">Space Station <br/><a class="postlink" href="http://img4.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20130722232815/horadeaventura/es/images/thumb/c/ca/Recreacion-futurista-de-una-estacion-espacial.jpg/500px-Recreacion-futurista-de-una-estacion-espacial.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><br/>--<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;">[img]Captian's%20Log[/img]</div><br/><br/>High Lord General Cortez<br/>Reporting<br/>-First Successful Capture-<br/>The Norna has come threw.<br/><span style="font-style: italic">After over a year of searching a single living Worp Dragon has been captured. Our Norna managed to ferret it out of space station... apparently they are able to shift... Note, perhaps these creatures have been amongst us all along... the one captured has been quite domesticated and lost all desire to fly or fight... we shall have to fix that. <br/><br/>Dragon has proven to be difficult to train...While the young Dragon has learned how to fly....Serafima has been lost in space presumably captured.   <br/><br/><br/></span><br/><br/><br/><br/>New Log... New Captain.<br/><br/>Captain Wilkes.<br/>Fleet has suffered major losses under surprise attack. Forced to activate escape pods! dragon presumed dead or lost in space.<br/><br/>----------<br/><br/><br/>-------------<br/>Captian Fogurt<br/><a class="postlink" href="https://i.imgur.com/SXs1g6l.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/><br/><br/><br/>Pirate Captian<br/><br/>Captain Fogort reclined in large high back chair smoking cigar.  Although a little overweight, in unwashed space suit and and perhaps some sort of weird green space fungus growing in his greasy unkept hair... Foggortz was no idiot! In fact he was genius of sorts, able to hack into any system in the gallaxy he new everything there was to know about anything... and those who followed him got rich... thats just how Foggortz worked.<br/><br/>Fogort swung his heavy boots down from the captian's desk and rose to his feet... the ship much like Foggort was untidy, unkept... wired ran all over place...but like Foggortz it was well deceptively advanced everything had its place...well accept the half eaten crusty old space rations and mounds of cigar ashes littered everywhere!<br/><br/>It was definitely a day to celebrate... Fogort had a happy grin on his greasy  fat face as he puffed on his cigar.  Time to see they had bagged!<br/><br/>It was then a very shaky voice came over the intercom...<br/><br/>"C-C-Captian!" came the shrill voice.<br/><br/>"What?" he demanded already knowing it was going to bad news.<br/><br/>"Its...its...her! ...its her! the Norna!" the man quavered terror.<br/><br/>Fogort turned too look out into thick  window that overlooked the cargo bayand  his beady eyes bulged and the cigar feel out of his mouth.<br/><br/>"Ahhh! Serafima! uhhhhh How wonderful to see you!" he exclaimed, meanwhile motioned his mean to locked the doors and seal up the command bridge.<br/><br/>"We...uh... uh... uh... what a surprise!!" he added quickly.  "We heard you lost a dragon!" he chimed hoping to stall her and convince not to kill any or the rest of the crew that was down in the cargo bay.  Meanwhile he quickly gave the signal to the rest of his men to secretly broad cast distress message to blood queen Asap.<br/><br/>Too scared to actually talk to Serafima in person, Gogort picked up the intercom again...  "My men are putting away their weapons.... please we don't want any trouble, we just need help... we found a living Worp Dragon... without your help it might die, maybe you can help us!" he pleaded.<br/><br/>Whether she asked for assistance or not... the young fledgling was laid out, and strapped down onto a small cot in a small room spare room with second caught, kitchenette and bathroom.<br/><br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="https://i.imgur.com/1xdVSdh.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/><br/><br/>The young male  groaned feverishly and twitched about as he gulped for air... his long snowy white hair fell away... revealing a heavy metal collar with electrodes and needles in his neck. Dried blood clung his lips and chin and face... his neck and collar bone regions were massively darkened by bruises from were he had been struggling to get the collar off.... the side of his face and head also showed swelling and bruising...indicating signs of a head injury.<br/><br/><br/>Snow's bright blue eyes flashed open and he jolted upward... and then fell backward writhing about in the cot seething in anguish! he had tried to shift again... and again the collar electrocuted him...he lay trembling curled up beneath an itchy old green wool army blanket choking and coughing up blood... more blood...fresh glowing blood.<br/><br/><br/>Snow tried to grab at the big heavy metal collar ... but his was already so weak, his hands fell away ... his glazed eyes drifted about... now taking notice of Serafima...but he was too weak to lift his head... he didn't remember anything... just wanted out of the straps and to be rid of the collar!<br/><br/><br/><br/>Room.<br/><a class="postlink" href="https://i.imgur.com/3TXVFBa.jpg">[ img ]</a>