"Faster than a speeding gryphon! More powerful than a ten-headed hydra! It's DYNAMO DRAGON!" (Hatchling image here) Name: Dynamo Dragon (Sygon'Sitawi) Bond: Magnificent Man Gender: Male Breed: Mutt (Lantessama/Old Blood Geperna/Ryuvian Winged Wolf/Tavrayn Dragon) Hatchling Height: 2'0" Adult Height: 9'0" Color: Yellow-Silver Personality: Spastic sidekick, or eager heir? Hey, why not both! Sygon might not actually have real superpowers, but there's nothing to keep him from pretending, and making the best of the abilities he does have. Though he can be more than a little bit campy and ridiculous in a "Burt Ward as Robin from the 1960's Batman TV series" way, coming up with hokey lines for himself and voicing his own "POW!" and "BAM!" type sound-effects, he really does have his heart in the right place. Abilities: Gold Fyre. Tavrayn Fire Magic. Telepathy. Teleporation. Verbal Speech. Cyborware: Sygon has been given a Major token. Place of Birth: The Abstract Destiny, Synth 02 Current Residence: Sitheil Tirean, Splintyr Sector Story: "Leapin' lizards!, Uncle Mags!" A yellow ball of furry energy slid against the old man's ankles, unrolling itself into a bright-eyed young dragon with silvery wingsails. Mags sighed, bending down to pick up the dragonet with only the briefest of winces. "Sygon—" he started, but the yellow dragonet bunched up his entire face into a horrified scowl. "Shhhh, Uncle Mags!" he hissed. "We can't let them know my secret identity!" Magnificent Man briefly considered arguing with his young bond, but it was already an old, well-worn argument… no, a discussion. Mags got along remarkably well with the dragonet, but he had as of yet been unable to impress upon the furry youngster that he was far too small and inexperienced yet to assist him. In fact, they hadn't even left the Abstract Destiny yet, the ship where Sygon'Sitawi had been born. Feeling the very furry, very real weight of the dragon hybrid in his arms, Mags marveled at the events that had nearly overwhelmed him in the past few weeks. They felt like a whirlwind: nearly dying as an aging, outdated superhero on Earth, somehow coming to a strange land inhabited mostly by canines that walked on their hind legs and spoke like humans, getting introduced to the bizarre concept of "bonding"… basically sharing more of one's self with another being than hero-and-sidekick or even brother-and-brother. The next thing he'd known, he'd been packed off to a spaceship… a spaceship of all things… along with the apparent mad scientist of his new world, a wolfthing named Kaere, and a plethora of other, equally-baffling creatures. Ostentatiously he'd been along to experience more of his new surroundings and "meet people", whatever that entailed in this place where dragons talked to you and wolfthings ran the show, but he'd gotten swept along into one of the "Hatching Bays", and his bonding to the cheerful, lovable Sygon'Sitawi had been the result. In his arms, the dragonet squirmed. Mags set him down, and immediately the dragonet began to shadowbox, rearing up on his hind legs and lashing out with his forepaws, crying out "BAM!" every time he struck his imaginary opponents. "POW!" the dragon yowled. "Got that mugger, Uncle Mags!" Mags tapped a foot. "Where did you learn language like that?" "BIFF!" The dragonet who called himself Dynamo Dragon yelled in reply. ------- Mags sat back on the bed in his temporary room, making sure that Sygon's tail wasn't in the path of his heiny. He'd adjusted very quickly to bonded-life with a dragonet that seemed to be all paws, tail, and eyes. One accidental squishing of the dragonet's tail had resulted in a wash of pain and shock through his brain, delivered directly from Sygon's mind into his own. "Well, it looks like we'll be here for a little while longer," Mags told his bond. "Kaere has to speak to Dr. Schroeder about some other dragon that Lakota brought to Sitheil Tirean." "Excellent!" Sygon leaped off of the bed. "I can show you some new moves that I figured out for getting the bad guys." He began to flail his tail about wildly. "Take that! SOCK! BAM! Holy oleo!" "Sygon…" Mags watched the dragonet for a moment, his hands itching to grab the critter and scratch his ears until he calmed down. But then the faintest scrap of memory wisped its way out of the furthest corner of his brain: himself as a young man, a young superhero, eagerly running to meet his mentor every day after college classes, so eager to show Greiwolv the latest manifestations of his superpowers. So instead, he reached out and tilted the dragonet's paws outwards a little. "Like this, so you have better balance," he said, smiling at his bond. "And don't flail at the air with your tail. Give fewer hits, but make each one stronger, so that it counts. Tense your muscles at the moment of impact…" Of course, a dragon would fight crime far differently than a human, but some aspects of martial combat were universal. With each tip, Sygon's deep blue eyes grew wider and shinier as he attempted to absorb all of the knowledge that the superhero imparted. "So like this—" He lifted a paw, made a fist, swung it. "Yes, like that, but strike for the vitals, knock the air right out of him!" Soon the pair were laughing and rolling around the small room, wrestling happily. ------- Later, Sygon complained of hunger (causing a niggling gnaw of hunger to spring up in Mags' own stomach), so the two left their small temporary room to explore some of the Abstract Destiny. Mags still felt a little shock at some of the beings that walked past and nodded their hellos, but for the most part, he had become remarkably acclimated. "What would you like to eat, Sygon?" Mags asked. The dragonet immediately puckered his entire face as if he'd bitten into a gigantic lemon. "My secret…" he began. "Sygon," Mags said firmly, "When we're out in public, that's when you use your secret identity." The dragonet blinked. "Oh." Just then, Kaere's very recognizable voice cut across the corridor. "Stop! Gods damn it, stop!" With his supersensitive hearing, Mags could perceive the footsteps echoing distantly down the corridor. "Sygon, get back behind me," he said, crouching in the center of the hallway. "No, I gotta help," the dragonet replied. "I'm your sidekick!" The little dragon leaped straight into the air, flicked his wings once, and bawled, "DYNAMO DRAGON!" "Sygon, get back!" Mags struggled with the dragonet, trying to tuck him into the doorway of a nearby room. The footsteps, in his ears, were getting closer—and faster. Suddenly he spun away from the dragon, facing down the corridor. Whatever it was was approaching extremely fast. A shadow darted down the hallway, almost too fast for his eyes to follow. His hands flashed out—too slow, too slow, he was too old for this kind of crap—and missed the flapping edge of the running blur. But just as suddenly Sygon was there, whipping his tail around just as Mags had showed him. He still added a hearty whoop of "WHAMMO!", but the strike did its trick. The shadow went flying, crashing into one side of the hallway. Sygon pounced on it and sat on it. Mags stepped towards the dragonet and his catch just as Kaere came pelting up behind them, panting, her spectacles slipping down her muzzle. "What the…?" Mags said, reaching towards the shadowy form that Sygon was weighing down. He peeled away one corner of the shadow, revealing a scowling human boy. "Did you get him?" Kaere asked. Behind her trotted Damas'Sitawi, a glowing orange dragonet, one of Sygon's many siblings. "Did you? Did you? Did you get him?" The obnoxiously orange dragonet yelped, dancing from paw to paw. "Yeah," Mags said. He pushed Sygon off of the boy's chest and lifted the boy to his feet. "What happened? What did he do?" Kaere strode forward with Damas at her heels. The orange dragonet puffed out her chest and hissed at the boy. "He stole some DNA samples that Dr. Schroeder lent me to examine," the wolf said, scowling even more blackly than the boy. "Plus a shadowcloak I was keeping in my room." "Stole," Damas echoed, making a tsk-tsk sound. "I was going to give them back," the boy said sullenly. "Okay, well, sell them back. I just needed a little money, and that doc has to be rolling in it! I mean, come on, he owns a spaceship!" Mags gave the boy a gentle, warning shake. "Thievery is not the answer to poverty," he said, feeling a bit of the old familiar justice-hath-been-served sensation. "Only with hard work can you triumph over the circumstances that life can throw us into." The boy gave him a dirty look. "Kaere," Mags said, "Do you think you could find this lad a job back on Sitheil Tirean?" "If it's all right with his parents," she said dubiously. "Yeah!" Damas chimed. "Don't have any," the boy mumbled, scowling and blushing now. "And if he promises not to steal again," Kaere continued. "Never ever ever!" Damas added with an air of importance. The boy sighed. "I won't," he said. "What good would it do if I was stuck on the same planet with you and a bunch of dragons?" "None whatsoever," Mags said, pleased, ruffling the boy's hair with one gloved hand. ------- After Kaere had left with the boy and Damas, Mags looked at his bond, who had been unusually quiet during the entire affair. "What's wrong, Sygon?" "I didn't listen to you," the dragonet said, staring at his paws. "I disobeyed you, and you didn't get the bad guy like you were supposed to. The hero's always supposed to get the bad guy, not the sidekick." Mags smiled gently and hunkered down next to the dragonet. "The hero needs help sometimes," he said. "That's why they have sidekicks." The dragonet grinned, literally from ear to ear. "Thanks, Uncle Mags," he said. Mags looked at him sternly. "You'd better call me Magnificent Man," he said, frowning slightly. Sygon blinked, looking confused. "That is, if I'm going to call you Dynamo Dragon," Mags finished. "YIPPEE!" Dynamo Dragon shrieked. "BAM, indeed," Magnificent Man agreed. ------- Home | Adopt/Sands | Growth | Appearance | Culture | Breeding | Forum | FAQ Residents | Abandoned | Guardians | World of Splintyr | Store | Contact Lakota Splintyr is a member of the Nexus / Kshau Protectorate All characters, images, and text, including Schattarneki and Splintyr are the property of and are copyrighted to Crystal Carlson and DragonByte Studios © 1998-2005. All rights reserved. ...