by T. J. Quinn
Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Bonus Book:Alien Bride
Mission Interrupted
Earning His Trident
A Rocky Start
Stark Reality
A Warrior For Me
Pushy Women
Bonding
Unbinding
Excerpt from Taron Invasion
Cuyler's: A Drogon's Medieval Adventure
Chimera Drak, Book 1
T.J. Quinn
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Copyright © 2017 by T.J. Quinn
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CONTENTS
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Bonus Book:Alien Bride
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Chapter One
Cuyler silenced the members of the council, letting out a loud growl. “There’s no more time for plans. We need to evacuate the planet immediately or we’ll perish with it. Call out your people and make them board the vessels right now.” He vociferated when his audience finally became silent. “The vessels have enough food and water for some time, enough to allow us to reach a new planet to live on or at least to refuel.”
The councils started talking all at the same time again and this time they were silenced with a deafening explosion, followed by several others. The meteorites were starting to hit the planet’s surface.
“Now you understand the urgency of leaving?” Cuyler shouted once more. “Get all of your people on the vessels and leave the planet right away.”
This time, everyone listened and immediately abandoned the room. Sirens started echoing throughout the city, alerting the people to board the vessels.
Cuyler looked at his siblings, the only ones that remained in the room. "I want one of you in each vessel. There must be a leader people will immediately follow, in case we have trouble,” he ordered. "Keep in touch as much as you can and we shall meet again as soon as possible."
Einar, the oldest of his brothers, took a step and hugged him. “It shall be done as you order, my king,” he said. “I’ll board vessel number two, right away,” he announced as he turned around and left the room, running.
Geir followed his brother’s example. “You know you can always count on me, my king. I’ll be on vessel number three.”
“May the forces of the universe be with you,” Cuyler said, watching him leave as well.
Hella closed the distance between her and her older brother. “I’ll do my best representing our family,” she said, hugging him tightly.
"I know you will. You're a natural leader and people will follow you. Always remember I'll be there for you and be careful,” he advised her. "Take the vessel number four and leave the planet as soon as you get your people on board. My vessel shall be the last one to take off; I'll do my best to take everybody out."
“They should have listened to you sooner,” she said, cradling her brother’s face.
“There’s no time for regrets. Now, leave and be careful.” He kissed her forehead and rushed her out of the room, turning around to sound the second and the third alarm.
Fortunately, he had gathered all of the planet's people in the capital. He had known the danger was impending and he had wanted to be prepared, even when the council members considered they had enough time to look for a new planet before leaving this one.
The meteorite rain had soon ended their arguments. He just prayed they had sufficient time to take everyone off the planet before the sun exploded, destroying the whole solar system with it.
He finally left the room, heading to the boarding docks.
Hundreds of thousands of people were being teleported, chaotically, to the four large vessels, which hovered over the city, and he sighed, feeling frustrated. He should have taken them off world before, but evacuating millions of people wasn't an easy task and though he had tried, he had only been able to build four vessels, able to carry around two hundred and fifty thousand people each. He had planned to make several trips, evacuating the people, but they didn’t have enough time.
In the end, their dying sun had brought hunger and diseases their self-healing bodies hadn't been able to cure and their population had decreased incredibly. Now there were barely a million of them, and they should be able to evacuate all the population at the same time.
Several explosions shook the planet, causing more panic among the people and the final boarding was terrible, but soon, they had everybody aboard the ships. He was sure there were several families separated, but right now, the important thing was to leave the planet. He was the last one to board, and the minute the gates closed behind him, he ordered his sister's vessel to take off, followed by number three and number two. They were the last ones to leave and soon they were abandoning the planet's atmosphere and getting as far as possible.
They were about to leave the dangerous area when the sun finally exploded. The expansive waves of the explosion threw them in four different directions and the vessels lost contact with each other.
Cuyler’s ship was pushed through what seemed like a black hole, and only the extraordinary abilities of the ship's captain, kept them in one piece until they were finally able to stabilize the vessel.
At the control center, Cuyler ordered his men to check on the passengers while others tried to make contact with the remaining vessels, without success.
“How far did the explosion throw us?” he asked the captain.
“We have no way of knowing, my king,” the man confessed. “We were sent through a black hole and ended up in a galaxy our guidance systems don’t recognize.”
That worried Cuyler. An unknown galaxy meant they were exposed to all kinds of danger. “Put up the camouflage shields.” He ordered, immediately. “Until we know what we’re facing, we’ll keep them on.”
“Very well, my king.” The man no
dded.
“Though we have enough food for some time, we better start scanning the nearest solar systems.”
“I have my men on it, my king. They are checking all of the possibilities.”
“Send an exploration team to the best three options. We’re more vulnerable up here than on a planet. This vessel isn’t fast enough to escape the enemy.” He ordered, getting up.
“We’re aware of it, my king. I’ll let you know the minute we have news.”
"Perfect. I'll check on the people. Many must be disturbed by the absence of the other vessels.”
“Yes, my king.” The man nodded, and Cuyler left the room.
As he walked through the halls of the vessel, people came his way to express their worries. He told them all, they were doing all they could to find the other vessels, but that the priority was to find a planet where they could establish themselves as soon as possible. Their food reserves weren’t enough for a prolonged journey.
By the end of his tour, the frown he had on his forehead was intense. He quickly returned to the control center and called for the person in charge of the passengers.
“Haskell, have you censored the population on board of this vessel?” he asked his man, in a stern tone.
“Yes, my king, I started it the minute the gates were closed,” he replied.
“Is there a problem, my king?” the captain asked, approaching them.
“I’m not sure yet,” the king replied. “How many people are on board this vessel?”
“Including the crew, there are two hundred and thirty-four thousand people," Haskell replied.
“How many of those are men?” Cuyler asked.
“Two hundred twenty thousand, my king, most of them single warriors. All of the women on board are mated to one of the men, and there are only five hundred children, mostly male as well.” He explained.
"Thank you, Haskell." He dismissed the man, as he looked at Igor, his captain.
“You’re worried about the numbers,” the captain said, in a low tone.
“What are the possibilities of finding the other vessels, Igor?” he asked, with a stern tone, running his fingers through the ridges on his forehead.
“Close to none, my king,” the man admitted, starting to see the problem.
“How are we supposed to survive with so few females amongst us, all of them already mated?” he put in words his captain’s suspicions.
“It’s not like we can mate with any other species,” he added, sounding even more worried. He let out a deep breath. “We’ll worry about that later. Right now, we need to find a place to settle, then, we’ll see what we can do.”
The nearest solar system was hostile to their species, so they had to travel further into the galaxy they were in, trying to find another one that at least had the kind of atmosphere they needed. They could handle the rest, but finding oxygen was vital.
It took them three weeks to find a deserted planet with enough oxygen for them to live in. It was colder than they would have wanted, since they were people of fire, but they couldn’t go on looking. They needed to land as soon as possible.
Igor sent three teams to scan the planet looking for potential inhabitants, but other than plants and animals, they didn’t find anything. The planet was too cold and too far from the sun to be attractive for most species, but its atmosphere was composed of mostly oxygen, and it had huge water reserves, orange water, but potable, what was the most important part. They had brought seeds and some livestock with them, so they were going to be alright.
Relieved, the king ordered the vessel to land on the planet, and soon they had settled camps around the vessel for all the people.
He ordered his people to shift to their drogon form and remain like that all the time until they were sure they were safe on this planet. With their brownish scales, long black claws, sharp fangs, leathery wings and powerful tail, they were invincible in one on one combat, not to mention that their self-healing abilities made them almost immortals.
The last thing he needed at this stage was a bad surprise. They still had to scan the planet thoroughly for possible threats, and that was the reason he decided to keep the children less than ten years old, on board of the vessel, because they couldn’t shift yet.
During all that time, they had sent thousands of messages to the other vessels, but it was impossible to establish contact, and they didn’t even know if they had been able to survive the expansive wave or not.
If they wanted to survive, they would have to face the hard, cold facts: they were on their own.
Chapter Two
“My king, the explorers have returned,” his captain announced, a few days later, as he entered the Cuyler’s tent on the camp.
“What did they find?” he asked, getting up.
His man pulled a portable screen from his bag and after a few touches on it, he started to display the images to the king. “There are huge trees all over the place. We can use the wood to build provisional homes, but we’ve also found the existence of a gray metal that the builders think could be utilized in construction as well. As for food, several vegetables are edible as well as these beasts.” He showed the king the image of a massive furry beast with a long horn on its forehead. “Their meat seems to have all the proteins we need, and there is also fish in the sea and rivers we can eat. Not all of them, but several.”
“That’s a relief.” Cuyler sighed. “Are there animals that might become a threat to our people?” he asked.
“There are some beasts in the woods, but they are no match for our drogons. We just need to be careful with the children while we’re not fully established,” the captain informed, showing him some furry beasts with fangs and claws that walked on their four paws.
“Capture a few of those meat animals and establish a refectory for everyone. It will be easier for now if we concentrate the food in one place. That way we'll control what the people eat, and there won't be nasty surprises.
“Very well, my king.” Igor nodded.
“I need to talk with the builders. Building shelters is urgent, but I would rather have permanent houses built and not temporary ones,” he explained.
“I’ll send them to you, my king.”
They needed to be rational on the use of the planet’s resources since they had no idea how long it would take them to replace them.
The builders arrived a few minutes later, and they brought with them samples of the wood and the gray metal they had found.
“Tell me about them.” He asked his men. “Judging by the size of the trees, I would dare to say they take a long time to grow up. Using them to build our houses might not be the wisest decision since we don't know how cutting them down, would affect the place's ecosystem," one of the men explained. "On the other hand, we found massive amounts of this metal. It seems to absorb the heat from the sun, so I’m sure we could use it to build the houses for our people.”
“How fast do you think you can start building with this metal?” he asked, considering the possibilities.
“At least a couple of months,” the man admitted. “We need to study it and find out for sure how strong and stable it is.”
“We can’t wait that long. We have no idea how cold this place can get, and we need to give people safe shelters,” he concluded. “But, since most of our population is composed of single men, we’ll build small apartment buildings for the established families and quarters for the men.”
“That would reduce enormously the number of trees we would have to cut down.” The other man said. “If we cut them with order and never clearing areas completely, the impact shouldn’t be that significant.”
“Perfect. Gather as many men as you can and start building them as soon as possible.” The king ordered. “Make sure to use the best locations for the construction. We might be in an urgent situation, but I want these structures to last.”
“Yes, of course, my king. With a few preliminary studies, we can use this metal to at least build th
e structures, to make them more resilient and more stable. We’ll have the plans ready for you to inspect as soon as possible,” the man assured him.
“Very well. I have other men working on the power plants that will provide you and finally the houses with all the energy you might need. We had to make several adjustments to them since the sun here isn’t close enough to provide with the amount of energy the plants required,” he informed the men.
“We’re aware of that, and we’re sure we’ll soon be able to use other energy sources, like the wind, a constant in this place,” one of the men said. “We’ll do our best to have our people comfortable, my king.”
He nodded, and both men left his tent. Cuyler ran his hand through his hair and sighed. He had never felt so alone in his life than in the past weeks. He missed his brothers and his sister, the only family he had left in the universe and admitting he would never see them again was harder than he thought.
Their parents had succumbed to one of the strange diseases brought by the dying sun, and now he had been separated from his siblings and what hurt him the most was not knowing if they were alive or not.
He was aware that most of his men were under the same circumstances as he was, but there wasn’t much any of them could do, at least not for now.
A soft gong announced the night meal was ready. Taking a deep breath, he headed to the vast refectory to eat. He had soon discovered his people found solace in his presence during the meals, so he tried to be there for all of them. Things were very hard for his people; they had lost everything, their homes, their planet and all their possessions, but they were especially hard for those who had left behind their families as well, and he knew exactly how they felt.
After selecting the best location for the city, the construction began. With the machinery, they had brought from their home planet, along with all of the men available, it took them less than a month to build up homes for everyone.
Cuyler insisted that the palace would be the last structure to be built and after a few protests, his men followed his instructions. By the time they started building the palace, the builders had discovered the best way to use the metal they had called greridius. By mixing it with grounded stone and sand, they could build the entire palace with it. Cuyler insisted on having a huge palace, capable of hosting thousands of people in case of need, so the construction would take a few months.
