Post by Dana Phantom on Mar 2, 2008 23:32:02 GMT -5
Dragonflight
A Dragonriders of Pern/Dragon Booster crossover fic. What happens when a lone Dragonrider ends up far from home and in a world where dragons are completely different from her own?
Inspired by Reaper's Pokemon/Storm Hawks cross fic ^_^
Jev, I think –
We don’t have time to think, mine!
The world momentarily ceased to exist, then just as quickly reappeared, the utter lack of everything being replaced by a roar, a wind, and a gray haze.
This was...
We need to get out of here.
Get Between, then!
I can’t get level!
Rise above it!
Somehow, they managed to grab the air and rise, but were immediately swept downward in a powerful downdraft.
We don’t have a choice, Jeverinth! Get us out of here!
Once again, the world disappeared, replaced with suffocating blackness, devoid of sound and heat. They had been Between innumerable times before, and this was familiar, albeit still disconcerting. But something was wrong. This was taking too long. And she realized it. They jumped from the frying pan and into the fire. And now they were doomed. I’m sorry, Jeverinth... she whispered as her consciousness failed.
But he would not give up. They would live. Even if they arrived thousands of klicks away from their destination, he would get them home. His focus was waning, but he forced his way out of this dreaded black hole that was Between. They spiraled out of control, then finally landed hard on the roof of some building, skidding off and landing on the ground. Jeverinth groaned quietly, battered and weakened. Looking up, he saw a black and gold dragon approaching. She must be covered in soot... Jeverinth thought, joy trailing his thoughts. But we arrived... was his final thought, before passing out.
There was a flash of gold light as Artha Penn took the amulet out of his gauntlet, causing his blue and gold armor to fade away and his dragon’s gold and black to red and blue. This was the source of the horrible crashing noise. He had been training beneath Beau’s stable when a dull sound echoed down the elevator shaft. He transformed quickly, thinking there was trouble, but all there was was this... thing. It was white, but looked nothing like any Sky-Class he had never seen before. And... was that a human? It was strapped on, and covered in rough brown clothing than hung rather loosely about it.
"Artha!" a familiar voice called, causing the young man to call over his shoulder, "Over here, Dad!" Connor Penn walked up to his son, also looking down at the thing.
"What is it, Dad?" Artha asked, looking to the much wiser man.
"It looks draconic... perhaps they fell from Sun City. Let’s get them inside the temple. They can recover there. Beau?" Connor turned to the gold-boned dragon. "Can you help mag them down?" The breeder called for a cart and a few additional dragons, then looked to Beau. He charged his mag energy, though when the stream connected to the two on the ground, it simply flowed off them. All the dragons tried again, but none could get a mag lock.
"Something is wrong..." Artha said, furrowing his eyebrows. It appeared as if they would have to use some old-fashioned elbow grease... but after tugging, lifting, and shoving, they managed to transport the mystery duo.
She burst from sleep, drenched in cold sweat, panting heavily. Her flailing arm connected with something hard and cold, which she identified as stone. Piecing the evidence together, she guessed she must have been back in her weyr. She felt for Jeverinth, but upon contacting his unconscious mind, she guessed he must still be sleeping. There was no need to wake him because of her bad dream. It felt so real... that thunderstorm, the Thread... she shivered at the thought. Throwing the bedding off, she moved to get off the bed, only to realize she was still clad in her riding leathers. She gritted her teeth against the reminder of her horrible dream. But it couldn’t have been a dream. They must have arrived, and Ayla brought them here. She forced herself to slow her breathing. Hyperventilating wouldn’t solve anything. It was fine. She was home. Forcing herself to calm down, she pulled off her riding leathers and outer clothing, stripping down to a tank top and shorts. Now, to get out of this dark...
She pushed open the metal door (since when was her door metal?), squinting against the bright light. Someone left the glows open... But as her eyes adjusted, what came into view was not the main cavern of her weyr. It was some room made of bluish rock, with giant statues with glowing eyes. And two men, one with black hair, one with none, were talking to each other. Where was she... what was happening? Where was Jeverinth?!
"Where is my dragon?!"
"There’s not much we can do, Artha. Just wait for them to wake up."
Artha sighed, nodding. That wasn’t what he wanted to hear, but he would have to live with it. "I can’t find any traces of draconium in their bones. That’s why we couldn’t mag them," Connor explained, turning to lower a vidd screen.
"But if they don’t have draconium – "
"Where is my dragon?!"
The unfamiliar female voice echoed through the cavern, causing both men to quickly turn around. There they saw the woman they had found, stripped of the strange brown clothes they had found her in, fists clenched in anger, eyes glaring threateningly at them.
"It's ok," Artha said, holding his hands up to show that he meant no harm. "I can lead you to the chamber where he's kept." She relaxed a little, though still kept a meaning aura around her. Giving her what he hoped was a reassuring smile, Artha turned, and started leading the way further into the complex. Her bare feet slapping against the stone floor, she followed, brushing past Connor with angry indifference. After a short journey, they came to a stop before a large metal door. Artha pressed a panel next to the door, letting it slide open, and revealing the dragon inside. The girl was much too relieved to see her dragon to wonder about the door. But the initial joy of being reunited melted away as she saw his condition, laying still, hide grayed.
"Oh, dearheart..." she said, choked, running up to him, throwing her arms around his neck. The contact made the dragon stir, shifting slightly and opening his eyelids slightly. He looked down at his rider, his dull eyes shifting to a joyous blue, his mouth pulling back into a weak smile. The girl smiled up at him, giving him a hug. Then she turned back to Artha. "He says he'll be fine."
This left Artha dumbstruck. "He said...?"
The woman furrowed her eyebrows, nodding. "He's not so tired he can't talk. He just needs his rest."
"You mean, he talked to you?"
This made the woman scoff. "Of course he talked to me. Don't tell me you holders don't know that dragons talk."
"Dragons don't talk... and I'm not a holder."
The woman crossed her arms. "Then what are you? I need to know what wherry-brained dolt needs to be reported for skipping Harper lessons..."
"I'm Artha Penn, of Penn Stables. And my father is not that... wherry-whatever."
She arched an eyebrow. "Well, stable boy, you need a refresher. Honor those the dragons heed, in thought and favor, word and deed. Worlds are lost and worlds are saved, from those dangers dragon-braved," she recited, watching him. He seemed stunned for a moment, pondering the spoken lyrics. It seemed so applicable... and yet so outside the culture.
"Who are you?"
"Kygan, rider of Jeverinth, Exilium Weyr."
A Dragonriders of Pern/Dragon Booster crossover fic. What happens when a lone Dragonrider ends up far from home and in a world where dragons are completely different from her own?
Inspired by Reaper's Pokemon/Storm Hawks cross fic ^_^
-----
Jev, I think –
We don’t have time to think, mine!
The world momentarily ceased to exist, then just as quickly reappeared, the utter lack of everything being replaced by a roar, a wind, and a gray haze.
This was...
We need to get out of here.
Get Between, then!
I can’t get level!
Rise above it!
Somehow, they managed to grab the air and rise, but were immediately swept downward in a powerful downdraft.
We don’t have a choice, Jeverinth! Get us out of here!
Once again, the world disappeared, replaced with suffocating blackness, devoid of sound and heat. They had been Between innumerable times before, and this was familiar, albeit still disconcerting. But something was wrong. This was taking too long. And she realized it. They jumped from the frying pan and into the fire. And now they were doomed. I’m sorry, Jeverinth... she whispered as her consciousness failed.
But he would not give up. They would live. Even if they arrived thousands of klicks away from their destination, he would get them home. His focus was waning, but he forced his way out of this dreaded black hole that was Between. They spiraled out of control, then finally landed hard on the roof of some building, skidding off and landing on the ground. Jeverinth groaned quietly, battered and weakened. Looking up, he saw a black and gold dragon approaching. She must be covered in soot... Jeverinth thought, joy trailing his thoughts. But we arrived... was his final thought, before passing out.
-----
There was a flash of gold light as Artha Penn took the amulet out of his gauntlet, causing his blue and gold armor to fade away and his dragon’s gold and black to red and blue. This was the source of the horrible crashing noise. He had been training beneath Beau’s stable when a dull sound echoed down the elevator shaft. He transformed quickly, thinking there was trouble, but all there was was this... thing. It was white, but looked nothing like any Sky-Class he had never seen before. And... was that a human? It was strapped on, and covered in rough brown clothing than hung rather loosely about it.
"Artha!" a familiar voice called, causing the young man to call over his shoulder, "Over here, Dad!" Connor Penn walked up to his son, also looking down at the thing.
"What is it, Dad?" Artha asked, looking to the much wiser man.
"It looks draconic... perhaps they fell from Sun City. Let’s get them inside the temple. They can recover there. Beau?" Connor turned to the gold-boned dragon. "Can you help mag them down?" The breeder called for a cart and a few additional dragons, then looked to Beau. He charged his mag energy, though when the stream connected to the two on the ground, it simply flowed off them. All the dragons tried again, but none could get a mag lock.
"Something is wrong..." Artha said, furrowing his eyebrows. It appeared as if they would have to use some old-fashioned elbow grease... but after tugging, lifting, and shoving, they managed to transport the mystery duo.
-----
She burst from sleep, drenched in cold sweat, panting heavily. Her flailing arm connected with something hard and cold, which she identified as stone. Piecing the evidence together, she guessed she must have been back in her weyr. She felt for Jeverinth, but upon contacting his unconscious mind, she guessed he must still be sleeping. There was no need to wake him because of her bad dream. It felt so real... that thunderstorm, the Thread... she shivered at the thought. Throwing the bedding off, she moved to get off the bed, only to realize she was still clad in her riding leathers. She gritted her teeth against the reminder of her horrible dream. But it couldn’t have been a dream. They must have arrived, and Ayla brought them here. She forced herself to slow her breathing. Hyperventilating wouldn’t solve anything. It was fine. She was home. Forcing herself to calm down, she pulled off her riding leathers and outer clothing, stripping down to a tank top and shorts. Now, to get out of this dark...
She pushed open the metal door (since when was her door metal?), squinting against the bright light. Someone left the glows open... But as her eyes adjusted, what came into view was not the main cavern of her weyr. It was some room made of bluish rock, with giant statues with glowing eyes. And two men, one with black hair, one with none, were talking to each other. Where was she... what was happening? Where was Jeverinth?!
"Where is my dragon?!"
-----
"There’s not much we can do, Artha. Just wait for them to wake up."
Artha sighed, nodding. That wasn’t what he wanted to hear, but he would have to live with it. "I can’t find any traces of draconium in their bones. That’s why we couldn’t mag them," Connor explained, turning to lower a vidd screen.
"But if they don’t have draconium – "
"Where is my dragon?!"
The unfamiliar female voice echoed through the cavern, causing both men to quickly turn around. There they saw the woman they had found, stripped of the strange brown clothes they had found her in, fists clenched in anger, eyes glaring threateningly at them.
"It's ok," Artha said, holding his hands up to show that he meant no harm. "I can lead you to the chamber where he's kept." She relaxed a little, though still kept a meaning aura around her. Giving her what he hoped was a reassuring smile, Artha turned, and started leading the way further into the complex. Her bare feet slapping against the stone floor, she followed, brushing past Connor with angry indifference. After a short journey, they came to a stop before a large metal door. Artha pressed a panel next to the door, letting it slide open, and revealing the dragon inside. The girl was much too relieved to see her dragon to wonder about the door. But the initial joy of being reunited melted away as she saw his condition, laying still, hide grayed.
"Oh, dearheart..." she said, choked, running up to him, throwing her arms around his neck. The contact made the dragon stir, shifting slightly and opening his eyelids slightly. He looked down at his rider, his dull eyes shifting to a joyous blue, his mouth pulling back into a weak smile. The girl smiled up at him, giving him a hug. Then she turned back to Artha. "He says he'll be fine."
This left Artha dumbstruck. "He said...?"
The woman furrowed her eyebrows, nodding. "He's not so tired he can't talk. He just needs his rest."
"You mean, he talked to you?"
This made the woman scoff. "Of course he talked to me. Don't tell me you holders don't know that dragons talk."
"Dragons don't talk... and I'm not a holder."
The woman crossed her arms. "Then what are you? I need to know what wherry-brained dolt needs to be reported for skipping Harper lessons..."
"I'm Artha Penn, of Penn Stables. And my father is not that... wherry-whatever."
She arched an eyebrow. "Well, stable boy, you need a refresher. Honor those the dragons heed, in thought and favor, word and deed. Worlds are lost and worlds are saved, from those dangers dragon-braved," she recited, watching him. He seemed stunned for a moment, pondering the spoken lyrics. It seemed so applicable... and yet so outside the culture.
"Who are you?"
"Kygan, rider of Jeverinth, Exilium Weyr."
