[ SECRET POST #3404 ]

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⌈ Secret Post #3404 ⌋

Warning: Some secrets are NOT worksafe and may contain SPOILERS.

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Secrets Not Posted: [ 0 - broken links ], [ 0 - not!secrets ], [ 0 - not!fandom ], [ 0 - too big ], [ 0 - repeat ].
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Re: Dragons

[iceyred]

The spaceship Shippy McShipface floated through a little piece of the galaxy cut off from the rest of the Imperial Fleet. For some reason the communications division couldn't puzzle out, messages didn't go through. Navigation equipment didn't work. Captain Muhammed Fayad supposed he should be grateful the life support systems still worked.

The bridge of the ship had a window that opened up into the vastness. The first time he looked out at the millions upon millions of stars he felt like he was falling through space. Now, stuck and with his engineers desperately not solving the problems of the ship, he felt a wave of terror washing over him. It was replaced by momentary confusion; for a second he could have sworn that a cluster of stars blinked at him, like at eye with a hair stuck in the corner.

He shook his head and paged his first officer. The lonely darkness of space got to everyone at some point. He had been up for twenty-six hours straight. Once the ship was moving, he would take a long, hot shower and crash into bed.

Wait. He checked the date on his watch. Ramadan was over, which meant delicious food. Breakfast (or lunch or dinner) was a go before the shower and bed.

He must have looked happy because Midshipman Jaber and Midshipman O'Leary gave him questioning looks over the computer panel they were trying to reconfigure.

"Ramadan is over," he explained. "We can eat before sundown." He wasn't sure how much O'Leary knew about Ramadan.

"I always feel happy when I can eat before sundown, then I feel guilty for being happy. Is that normal, Captain?" Midshipman Jaber asked.

"It's certainly not abnormal."

"What about you, O'Leary? You feel guilty at the end of Lent?"

"I'm Catholic. We feel guilty about everything." A few more keys were punched. "Try it now, Sir."

Captain Fayad cleared his throat. "This is Captain Fayad of Shippy McShipface to Headquarters. Headquarters, do you read me?"

The bridge filled with the crackle of broken equipment. Everyone held their breaths and when nothing happened, Jaber and O'Leary simultaneously smacked their foreheads on the computer panels.

Then...buzzing. Followed by: "This is.....miral....ollins. Do you..." More buzzing.

"Admiral Collins, we read you!" Captain Fayad shouted. "You are breaking up. We are in the Delta Quadrent of the Betta Gamma Galaxy. Our communications are broken and our navigation systems are malfunctioning. Our coordinates are..."

The buzzing came back, and at the same time Ensign Kruger screamed. She was a small woman, and he wouldn't have thought her lungs capable of holding enough air for a scream that long or loud.

Not that he blamed her. The stars were moving. They swirled into patterns like a child's connect-the-dot coloring book, twisting into a snout, teeth, horns, and eyes. The sharply grinning mouth opened to reveal a swirling galaxy of a tongue, and those eyes, damn those eyes! They were black holes. No light, and no hope escaped from them. They were surrounded by a rim of orange which trickled out of the head into other, equally brilliant colors.

Most fantastic were the wings. They were a cloudy purple that burned white hot in the center. They stretched out behind the face that turned toward the ship. For a second it seemed to Captain Fayad that the dragon was looking straight at him.

He didn't have time to give orders. The monster from the stars opened its mouth and a crackling blue-white stream of radiation shot towards the ship.

Tl/dr: space dragon made of stars and nebulas that shoots particle beams.