Wonot always liked puzzles, not logic or mathematical puzzles but mysteries. In Draconian society murder has never happened. However, infidelity and theft still exist in a small almost unnoticed frequency. Wonot wanted to study law and investigation, so he opted to join the guardians*, but he was turned down because they learned he “stole” genetic memory from suspects*. The guardians can search a person’s memory or use the genetic memory method* if a warrant is issued by the courts. He was sentenced lightly to avoid making a scene and because it was his first offense. Prison was cut shorter because he agreed to give up the ability to probe minds. He still had a desire to be an investigator. He did realize he would never be a guardian, so he spent a good chunk of his time getting a detective license.
He soon realized that he would never make a dime on Home* so he searched for a “sin world”*. He found Helix. Helix gave him the work he needed to get a stipend to support his fancies. Now that stipend is gone. Helix is host to Ambrosia bars, casinos, brothels, and even exotica. It could drain you of everything in a day if you are not careful. He lives in a loft in District Three. He likes the skyscrapers of Helix and the absence of hollowed out raised stone that is scattered over most worlds. His loft is Spartan styled, the room is divided in half, on one side is his bed room and kitchen. The other is an office with a desk, computer and office chair. He found an old file cabinet where he stored his “material evidence” and along the walls of the room his two favorite black leather Lazy Boys.
Wonot sat at his desk as he always does looking up what was happening in the draconian world when someone knocks at the door. “I am here and it’s open!” he yelled.
The door opened and a female Kappa entered. She had on the bare minimum* like most women on Helix. She was a full figured woman with the lazy stride of a Sin Worlder*. She seemed to be a native to Helix. The thing that caught his eyes was that her scales and eyes were duller than a butter knife gray.
“Are you Wonot Ocularus?” she asked.
“Yes, I am Wonot Ocularus, and if you know my name you must know my trade. How can I help you Ms.?” Wonot makes a gesture to sit in one of his Lazy Boy’s.
“Mrs. Umbermaid, Mrs. Forestjade Umbarmaid but you should call me Forestjade,” she replied as she seated herself.
“Well Forestjade how can I help you?” asked Wonot.
“I think my mate is cheating on me!” she cried. Saying this, her colors and eyes brightened. Wonot noticed for the first time the jade affixed to her scales and nails.
“Do you have any proof, or is it my job to find some?” asked Wonot.
“She stays out late, never telling me where she has been, and hasn’t touched me in years*! She seems to have gone into her own little world,” sobbed Forestjade.
“Well, if you can give me an idea of what your mate is like, and I will also need to know what part of corporate* she works for,” responded Wonot.
“Her name is Ironmaw Umbarmaid. She is passionate and stubborn as a mule. Right now she works in the great tree or as the people that work in it call it, Bone Wood*. She works as a guard; she got there by working in the rattiest bars as a bouncer. She got a reputation as the best,” she replied. Wonot went into his desk and pulled out a bottle of ambrosia*. He next pulled out two diamond glasses and the work and pay papers*. Wonot popped the cork and listened to that blessed sound of the liquid breathing. The smell of an old friend greeted his nose. He poured the rich red velvet liquid into the glass listening to the sound of the liquid hitting glass. The two sipped the ambrosia and discussed the nitty gritty of the case.
Wonot let the warmth of ambrosia fill him and over-lay his senses and stared into the void enjoying the stars. He mulled over the information Forestjade had given him. Her mate worked in Bone Wood as a guard, but in a hard point* so the roster is hard to obtain or as the administration calls it “long queue”*. He decided to head to the Helix mountain range where the Old Pub is located. Old Pub was the first Bar built on Helix. The Draconians were fascinated by the literal helix that encircles the planet that is honey combed with rare minerals. Grimsol, the sun Helix, orbits a neutron star that rains neutrons endlessly on Helix causing neutron enrichment creating unimaginable new matter. The mined range then became the precursor to the sin world today. Old Pub’s owner, Bar keep, one of the oldest Kappa’s, runs the finest bar and restaurant on Helix: no one that comes to Helix doesn’t stop there at least once.
He left his loft in the city and headed for the wall of the city to take a Gray Gate* to the range. District Three is a wheel, at its core is a dome that contains a biosphere similar to Home, used as a park. The spokes are sky scrapers of varying color, size and shape. The well is an alabaster white on the out side. Inside graffiti artists are allowed to paint and practice tasteful creations. The people of Helix were out in small numbers today. Most may have gone to the Biosphere or to the helix range. The Building he passed displayed simplistic features, forming the most common street plan. Between the rectangular structures the occasional spire dotted the spokes. Most were covered in the wealth of the draconians. Ruby, diamond, onyx, jade; they plated the structures. The Grey Gate loomed before him; he was alone today. The operators tell him the gate is ready and to proceed. The Gate on Helix is a sphere of reflective mercury that is compressed and chilled by two control towers to cause a tunnel to open. The Draconians created a path of neutron enriched stone out to the gate from the wall.
In a blink of an eye he was inside the range. The range was hollow and businesses are all holes in the wall in the endless helix. Wonot walks the helix surrounded by his people: not a sound is heard, the people speak mind to mind or not at all. He passes the attractions of Helix till he reaches Old Pub which is closed till after mid day. The bouncer in front sees Wonot approach and tells him this. Wonot responds, “Tell Bar Keep, the Seer of whispers needs his ear.” The bouncer recognizes that phrase and lets Wonot in.
Old Pub has a few sections: the Lobby, The Bar, and The Restaurant was open to the customer. The back rooms are not; even Wonot doesn’t know what’s back there. “Bar Keep, it’s Wonot where are you?!” shouts Wonot.
“I am in The Bar!” shouted Bar Keep. Wonot walks into the bar, an old western saloon knock off. The place is an import from Home. When Bar Keep left For Helix he struck it big. When the range was parceled out he chose an area that happened to have a vain of neutron rich gold. This is what he spent it on and tripled his investment. Wonot learned long ago “loss lips sink ships” and none are looser then those of a drunk. He could use bars and clubs to extract information for cases.
Popular clubs are full of secrets and clues he can use is he find the right person. Bar Keep knows secrets in Helix and possibly the whole union’s. “Bar Keep I need to know about a women,” Wonot started.
“I’ve heard this before let me guess, does she like shivak’s or Arclaws’, or maybe is she straight, bi, or gay?” joked Bar Keep.
“No, for once this is for work. A woman named Forestjade Umbarmaid contracted me to find out if her mate is cheating on her. She said her mate’s name is Ironmaw and she works in Bone wood in a hard point. Does this ring any bells?” asked Wonot.
“Hhhmmm…Ironmaw…. I know she delivers my ambrosia. She is a guard of the brewery. That is one of the most guarded hard points save the record and guardian posts,” responded Bar Keep. The two discussed Ironmaw. She, from what Bar Keep can tell, was quiet and efficient not the A-typical Bozak that is loud and often slow to action. Draconian’s such as pure Bozak are mentally slower but not stupid; it is just a draw back to their physical prowess. A Bozak, that learns to use his or her senses to dictate actions in combat, is more often then not the perfect shock trooper, guard, vanguard, or rear guard. He did notice something though; he found that the shipments of ambrosia where heavier than normal. He took out one the packages of ambrosia that made up the extra weight. The bottles of Helix’s Red blood looked darker then normal noted Wonot.
“May I see one of those please?” asked Wonot. Bar Keep handed over a bottle. Wonot grabbed the cork and yanked it off and was greeted with a shriek not a breath of air. The smell was unfamiliar as well. He thrust the bottle under Bar Keep’s nose. The smell assaulted Bar Keeps nose with less of an impact then it did Wonot’s.
“That doesn’t smell right, I guess it’s a good thing I call the Bone wood, and had them send in an agent to test and replace the stuff,” declared Bar Keep. Quiet filled the room as the two considered what the weight, smell, and color could mean. “The inspector will be here within the hour they will have to tell it what is wrong with the stuff,” said Bar Keep. Wonot asked for a flask to get a sample of the ambrosia. The inspector wouldn’t care if a little is missing.
The two waited in silence for a knock or a voice to announce the inspector. Their patience was rewarded by the door opening and a Large Bozak entering the room. “Hello Bar Keep!” the Bozak yells.
“Hello, Ironmaw, you off early?” responds Bar Keep.
“No, I am filling in for the usual inspectors; they are all checking the brewery for any possible reason the ambrosia or the packaging is so heavy,” replied Ironmaw.
Wonot didn’t say a thing he just examined the Bozak. Her body was the color of evening mist with veins of serpentine tracing her muscles. Her body itself was decorated with the most toned chiseled parts. They appeared to be some of the latest gene mods on the market. Her eyes, the thing that struck him, they were not flesh but energy. They were darkness themselves. Only a mod, he heard was coming out at the end of the year, for promotional reason could do that for a sustained time. That led him to her teeth they were a solid metal form, the most opposing. She was dressed in a silk grade hemp tunic, with the image of Grimsol rising over Bone wood. She looked at him with her dark eyes and memorized his features. He wore a pair of cotton grade hemp pants, soft blue, a gray shirt and a ring with a large neutron rich piece of jasper. He was almost as tall as a medium Bozak, lean, scrawny to her. His skin was at the time a swirling gray and true black. No tail or wings adorned him. “Not even a horn or fangs!” Ironmaw mused. The creature before her was less then a bug on a windshield in value.
Bar Keep pointed to the container by the door that held the possibly, tainted ambrosia within it. “That’s the sucker I called about earlier,” said Bar Keep.
Ironmaw opened the container and grabbed the opened bottle of ambrosia and stared about the room then replaced it. “The report from Bone Wood should come in tomorrow Bar Keep,” said Ironmaw as she left the Old Pub. Wonot felt like he needed a pull on some strong ambrosia. He had seen some large well made Bozak before, but Ironmaw was a whole new level.
“Uuuhhhh... Bar Keep can I have drink of some Onyx's eye ambrosia,” Wonot asked timidly.
“Sure I got a fresh bottle under the counter,” Bar Keep replied with a warm smile.
Bar Keep knew how Wonot felt, Ironmaw was an imposing figure and the way she stared at him: that is a look that could kill an ignoramus. Wonot took the small flask of Onyx’s eye and downed it in a single gulp. The numbing effect of the ambrosia kicked in instantly, washing away his fear.
Wonot left Old Pub and the range a half hour later. The Gray Gate took him back to District Three's wall. He proceeded home and took off his garb and took an out the flask. He decided to take a super heavy water shower, then to examine the ambrosia. The Rain of neutrons on Helix caused a very slow process of neutron enrichment on Draconian scales. The Scales died on the surface and must be powered off or else they might start to decay in a few weeks. The shower cleared his head, so he took it upon himself to find out what the strange ambrosia is made of and what it would do to a person. He possessed a gene mod that let him ingest fluids, but not be harmed. He could then find out what systems the substance tried to interact with and how it would. Wonot placed the flask to his lips, concentrating on the reaction he wanted to occur within him. The ambrosia tasted sweeter then any other he had sampled. The fluid burned to his belly. The reaction would take all night; in the morning he would be able to understand the ambrosia. He would rest and mull the information over. His dreams were of a Home, how quiet it was and the feeling of grass under his feet. The sound of the birds in harmony with the planets magnetic hum. He awoke in the early evening. Wonot felt the information inside his mind waiting for him. He probed it found what made the ambrosia different. The Draconians experimented with many recipes in their search for a perfect brew, along the way they found a monster. The ambrosia he ingested was this monster. After one try you are an addict also when intoxicated your brain turns to goo. He decided to go to Bone Wood and observe Ironmaw to see if she was indeed cheating on Forestjade, and hopefully turn these people in for a larger stipend.
Grimsol crept over the horizon and shed its white light on Bone Wood. The People of Helix who worked in the tree, filed in to their positions. Wonot entered with the crowd he kept to himself so the others thought he was an inspector or a tourist of the tree and of no interest. Wonot paced the tree till mid-day he learned the brewery was underground and one of the roots of Bone Wood would open at the end of the day to let the delivery trucks in to collect the brew. Wonot left the tree looking for a root near a disturbed area, hoping to catch the convoy of trucks on the way in and poke around. When he found the root he climbed to the top and took off his cloths a pair of red silk grade pants and a white cotton grade hemp shirt and blended with the Bone Wood. He assumed that Ironmaw used the trucks to meet with her mistress since Forestjade knew the operators of the Gray Gates and most of the public transportation officials and they had never seen her.
Wonot's patience was rewarded when the convoy of trucks pulled in front of the root. The lead truck* got out and took a crystal in his hands. Wonot noted the fellow is a male Kappa dressed in brown cover-alls with a brown cap. He took the crystal that Wonot could see emitting a gray light and thrust it into the root and ran back to the convoy. The place where the crystal struck started to split in half. The two pieces of root parted to allow passage to the brewery. The convoy enters single file Wonot waited till the last truck was at the opening and jumped; he used the power he hasn't given up, the ability to manipulate sound on small scale. In this instant he muffled the sound of his landing and masked his presence by blending in with the moving truck.
The Truck took Wonot down into the depths of the planet, occasionally he would pass a marker that told their depth. The last marker he saw told him he was near the mantel. The Brewery itself is somewhat low tech. The distillation vat design hasn't changed much in the last thousand years. The Simple system of heating the ambrosia fruit in water is made a little more efficient because the heat is taken from the mantel and newer alloys prevent loss of vapor ambrosia. The place has a large cavern made by the tree, that has hundreds of vats and to Wonot's nose smelled like heaven. He waited till the trucks came to depot and the drivers turned off their engines and waited. Wonot got off the truck’s roof, looking about he saw that two buildings existed in the cavern. One the closest had a sign proclaiming it storage and shipping. The other, he guessed, was processing. He slowly circled the cavern, looking for Ironmaw. He saw a few Bozak and Kappa but no Ironmaw. Wonot also noticed, of the ten guards, four had next generation gene mods; the rest it seemed had less exotic or expensive mods. Wonot knew that processing is automatic, so he decided to try and enter shipping and storage. The building is a large cylinder, cut out by the tree, the cylinder had only one opening. The opening, a gate left open at the time, reveled endless rows of crates. Wonot slipped into the cylinder. He then followed the rows looking for Ironmaw. He found her in the rear. She was dressed just like she was at the bar, but carried a clip board. She was marking crates with their delivery information. She produced slips of paper that were slipped into an envelope on the crate; she then came to a crate that stood out. While most were nondescript crates, this one looked similar to a cooler. She thrust a large orange sticker and a larger envelope onto the cooler. Finally, she set down the clip board and walked off. Wonot moved closer to the cooler, the sticker read BIOHAZZARD. WHAT, This can’t be! mused Wonot. He then grabbed the manifest. The list seemed normal, and then he saw two that were too heavy. He turned the page to see look at the contents of the cooler. It contained brand name parts. The latest set of eyes, a set of falsies called “Bozak strong”, a few camo systems and even breasts. This is beyond me, what did I get myself into, contemplated Wonot. He turned the page one more time and his jaw almost fell off. The shipping forms were blank but signed by guardian prime. With this anyone could ship anything without customs searching it. He took the clip board and riffled through the cooler and grabbed two camo mods. The mods are two hypodermic injectors. The mod function by rewriting you D.N.A. He took one and injected himself and felt fire coursing through his veins. The effect was instantaneous; he could extend his camo to the manifest and hypodermic injector. Military gene mods, these could be worth a planet. I remember hearing about the defense groups claiming to have created passive camo genes that could let anyone muffle his or her own sound and hide any object they touched. He also knew that they made a counter measure later. A shudder passed through him; if he made it out alive he would be set for the next hundred or so years, but if these people had been stealing parts, what would they do to him or Forestjade, if he were caught. Wonot regained his composure and started to move out, then he noticed draconians loading crates onto the trucks. He climbed back on a truck and hunkered down. The convoy headed out towards Grey Gate closest to the Bone Wood. The operators sent the convoy to the helix range, but Wonot jumped off and waited for the last truck to leave. He then became visible and came up to the operator asking to be sent to District Three. Wonot ran home to get a set of clothes and a long coat. He thought out his plan of action, first he would see Forestjade, then he would take the evidence and possibly Forestjade to Home and hunker down till the group was caught. He headed to the hub of District Three to find Forestjade. He located her loft and buzzed her room. “Forestjade, it’s Wonot, I have finished the case but we need to talk in private,”
“Sure but I don’t know why you didn’t just call,” responded Forestjade.
The buildings door opened and Wonot entered Forestjade’s loft. She made the loft into a few rooms, the first a closed off entry way. Wonot stopped her before she could open the second door. He told her everything and informed her he possessed two passports to any planet and that they should leave now and that they would be given a type of asylum and that Bar Keep would send their effects. She agreed and again her color became dull. Wonot didn’t feel he had time to console her, or take the time to realize that she may have known this all along. The two entered a private ship that would take them to Home.
Wonot and Forestjade sat side by side and Wonot looked over giving her an earnest smile and put his head back. The eye of whispers closed as the Gray Gate swallowed the craft. The eye would not open for a day while they rocketed through the brane.
The convoy returned to Bone Wood near the end of the day. Ironmaw gazed out from the lead truck at the root hiding the entrance to the brewery. She noticed a strange color atop the root; it was a rich red. She told the convoy to stop and she climbed the root to find a pair of pants and a white shirt. She picked them up and felt a mass stuck in a pant leg. She turned it inside to find a black and gray scale the swirling colors hit a cord she knew the design. A Baaz* she saw in Old Pub when she had to inspect some ambrosia. One of the fools she worked with, sent their brew to Old Pub instead of a strip club or exotica where a dam near brain dead draconian would be overlooked when they removed them for harvest. FOOLS, why does the primus use them! If it weren’t the money…her thoughts wandered till she settled on turning over the scale for genetic memory method. Guardian Prime, the head of the guardians on Helix though young was known for his mental acuity and raw power. He was a Baaz, from the newest generation and a rare breed Kappa-Shivak-Bozak-Arclaws all intermingle within him. Ironmaw has never seen his face for he wore full Dragononic Regalia, a suit of skin tight carbon fiber with blast plates on critical areas. The Helmet is also form fitting, eyes guards are one way, so one can’t tell where they are or what they’re looking at. He waited for Ironmaw in front of shipping. “How goes it Ironmaw I heard someone one delivered THE brew Old Pub. I also heard that you took care of the problem but some of the liquid was missing,” Primus stated.
“I did but we have a problem, a Baaz may be doing some digging into our work,” started Ironmaw.
Primus interrupted, “WHAT!! Do you have any proof or an idea of who it is?”
“I have all you need here sir,” said Ironmaw. She put on a corked smile and produced the scale. Primus took the scale into his hand and an onyx light enveloped it. His body seemed to become translucent. Then as soon as it started, it ended. Primus seemed taken aback then he started to laugh. Then that chuckle became one of true mirth. He held his sides breathing heavily. “What’s so damn funny?” said Ironmaw a little annoyed. “I heard of this one; Wonot, he was kicked out of the Guardians some time before I joined, and the funny thing is he was kicked out for using the same ability I just used. He is on Home, he is going to reveal our operation He knows about you and has an idea about me. Forestjade hired him to follow you; I want their heads,” stated Primus.
He handed her a passport pointed her to a truck and left her to speak to the others, Ironmaw guessed. She was taken to the Gray Gate and sent off; told a “friend” would receive her.
Forestjade and Wonot arrived on Home and a feeling of sanctuary and welcome infused their beings. The draconians were where they belonged, both remembered lessons passed down to them. Home is said to call to every draconian telling them to see the place of their peoples birth. Wonot owns a jadeite mound on the second land mass’s coastal region. He took Forestjade to the mound and placed a call to the guardians giving them his information and detective license. He was given a time, tomorrow at mid-day they would review he evidence.
Wonot gazed at the inside of his mound. The walls and furniture were all jadeite bound together by microbes. The living room had only a table and four chairs. Two were dining chairs with cushioned seats and backs. The others were recliners of white silk grade hemp. “I knew she had malignant intent when she stayed out, but what you found is beyond me. I ignored it for years hoping she would just stop, but she must have seen it as consent. I am sorry, Wonot, for not being honest with you and getting you into this,” stated Forestjade. These were the first words she had spoken since they left her loft. She was still a shadow of her true self. Wonot had left a bottle of Home brew here years ago. The bottle was taped to the bottom of a dining chair; he had forgotten why he had done this. Most likely involved Terra’s stuff and a slow week, mused Wonot. He handed her the bottle. She sipped the ambrosia and her colors warmed. The two settled back into silence. They kept that silence for the remainder of the day.
Ironmaw met with Primus’s “friend”, he hid within a large brown cloak. The draconian gave the address of Wonot’s mound. She arranged transport. Over the course of her trip she came to these conclusions. Forestjade had betrayed her, Wonot had seduced her and they both must die. The thing that angered her most was why? Forestjade never objected to her actions until Wonot came into the picture; she had betrayed her in Ironmaw’s mind. She arrived at the mound, weathered smooth by rain and winds, the entrance a movable boulder. She filled her body with adrenalian and charged. Her fists smashed through the boulder sending shards flying. She pushed her huge white form through the door, entering the mound she saw Forestjade standing by Wonot. The two seemed a little drunk and shocked by her entrance. The serpentine veins along her body became bright red. Two long sleek blades erupted from her arms as she charged Forestjade. Wonot leaped to intercept Ironmaw, taking one blade to the chest, the other Wonot held under his arm. Blood flowed freely from his chest; it did not stop as it was supposed to and he grew cold. Poison numbed him he did not think about his death, or what he would leave behind, or that this would be the first murder in history. He thought of Forestjade’s life and her safety. He took his free arm thanked his mother for being Shivak and thrust his fingers into the dark holes where her eyes should be. Bozak possess supremely tough scales that can only punctured by an other Bozak; the eye is one of their few weak points. His fingers passed the darkness he felt a new level of cold but the poison glands in his fingers released a toxin that felled Ironmaw instantly. The Eye of Whisper’s closed with a slight grin.
The Eye of Whisper’s opened on a cold slab. “Wonot, you are very lucky. If she had been an inch or two higher and you little more aware, you both would be dead,” a voice stated. Over head he saw Forestjade. He smiled, he felt warmer than any ambrosia could make him. “Its over right?” Wonot asked.
“No, they still have to catch the rest but they can’t leave Helix, once they picked up a guy that had information on Ironmaw. Of all things he was picked up for shop lifting,” said Forestjade.
“You two will be rewarded and put under protection by The Father himself.”
This voice came from behind Wonot, he guessed a Rep. for the defense groups.
Wonot didn’t care, he was home in more then one way. Forestjade is safe, he dreamed of sleep and listening to the birds. “Could you take me home Forestjade?” asked Wonot. She took him home and left him to his thoughts. Also she needed to get a loft here or on another world. “You can stay here as long as you like, Forestjade.”
“Sin Worlder”: A rare group that have always liked on a sin world
Sin Licenses: the permit needed to establish a sin world.
“Sin world”: pleasure world that are vacation hot spots for couples or teens and people that like wild times.
Home: third planet, Sol system, Milky Way the literal home of the Draconian
Genetic memory method: when a powerful draconian uses a pure sample of DNA and quantum manipulation you can learn every action a person has made at any point in the past.
“Stole” genetic memory: if a large sample of genetic material is acquired it can be used in the genetic memory method.
Guardians: the police force of the Draconian society they are held to the highest standards with any infraction leading to expulsion in most cases.
“touched me in years”: Draconian society has a strict policy on touching strangers avoid contact unless necessary, close friends at best shake hands, parents hold, hug, and kiss their infants, only bonded couples engage in touching to reinforce their bond, sex is left to the individual.
Bone Wood: Helix doesn’t have the ability to support plant life or the matter necessary for complex life to form naturally. The Draconian instead adapted one type of rock to create a skeletal tree that could perform slightly above minimum requirements. Please reader keep in mind Helix is not a reflection of TRUE worlds and the average world has a yearly surplus of goods that can be rationed over five years.
Bottle of ambrosia: the liquid comes in all colors most worlds choose a set, pattern, or a single color. The Bottle also varies, but the ones that are considered the best are Homes clear sweet liquor with a mineral bite it comes in a diamond shaped bottle, Terra’s is green and black inside a dragons skull shaped bottle the flavor is rich earthy brew the induces hallucination in the extreme, the last is Helix’s red blood as simple fruity yet rich knock out brew.
Work and pay papers: streamlined forms sent to corporate to get payment and be reported.
“long queue”: Information is not buried away in Draconian society it is just behind a mountain of paper work, a ton of patience and half a millennia.
Bare minimum: refers to one of a few schools of thought one state that to draconian body is beauty and should be shown proudly. The other is that the draconian body is beauty, but other disagree so to compromise I will cover my genitals and bust. The one that is most common is “I just like clothes”.
Hard point: an area that in under “long queue” and has non/lethal armed guards because the areas are dangerous or vital to security of health.
Corporate: the core of all businesses it contains a group that manages wages, workers rights, ect. They group its self is elected every eight years and gets no pay or benefits till completion of ones term. The workers as a hole can boot a member at any point on time.
Draconians- created by the forerunners. The first Draconians were Bozak, Arclaw, Kappa, and Shivak. The species have blended to create hybridizes. All Draconians except Arclaw possess these abilities first the ability to see every spectrum of light, next they can see sound, they can see biological energy, they can see heat, and they can overlay these to see all these things at one time. The Draconians are mono-gendered, but male and female organs exist. A Draconian can reproduce with two males or females sharing D.N.A. All Draconians have pigment changing cells in their scales that allow every color to be displayed except Arclaw. Draconians are immune to sickness and the effects of old age. No Draconian has died of natural causes in Draconian history. (bipeds)
Kappa- when the Draconians were first created kappa was the original design. Kappa are the shortest about 9-12 feet tall. They are the most balanced type of Draconians no one trait is weakened to strengthen another. Two slits below their wrists fire out a bony spike that can release Nero-toxin, muscular toxin, and paralyzing toxins. This palms are fleshy the skin can be made sort or hard as old leather. The skin has hypodermic needles that can take samples of organisms and inject stem cells. Also They and other draconians have bone plates that cover the top of their hands. This ridged material protects the fingers and makes their punches even stronger. Sharp long muzzles adorn this variant. Have wings and tails.
Bozak- the tallest, at 10-18 feet. They were the original shock trooper. They can be hit by conventional explosives in head and shake it off like it was an ant bite. They are best suited to physical tasks and mental quickness was traded for power and regeneration. No wings or tails squat muzzles and no poison. They have retractable claws and talons.
Shivak- middle of the height spectrum, 10-14 feet, they have the most advanced pigment cell. They can change color in less then a half a second. They trade power of speed and stealth. If a Shivak doesn't want to be found they can disappear from almost every level, except heat and biological energy still show. Has wings no tail and lean to the extreme. Muzzle varies Draco to Draco.
Arclaw-Thinkers through and through. They have no specialized organs except a hyper advanced brain. The Average Arclaw can out think most computers.
Gray Gate: A device that uses anti matter to burrow a hole through the brane. The brane is a oval using a simple piece of logic that the radius and diameter of a oval is less then the circumference. When one travels normally driving, walking or flying they are on the circumference. Using this method faster then light speed travel is safely accomplished. The gate on Helix is a system that is above and below ground. Above ground two obelisks of dark stone have fold down control systems that send commands to the underground computer systems that regulate the mercury. The mercury must be below freezing and under hundreds of thousands of atmospheres of pressure to remain functional.
Truck convoy: Draconian weigh a few tons and need to eat twice their body weight in nutrients once every two or three months, so trucks are made to scale. Trucks are stream lined and have mitochondria generators. The generators use mitochondria that are the size of the average head. They produce clean power for terrestrial transport. The fuel for the generator is algae and ethanol.