“Thank you again for coming, Miss Torchwood.” a mousy scientist grinned, wringing his hands nervously as he accompanied Eszter down a sterilised metal corridor, trailing a few steps behind her despite the fact that he was technically the superior here. “I’m glad the letter made it to your eh… your cave.”
“If you insist on using titles, it should be Queen Torchwood. And it’s not a cave, it’s a hideaway.” the dragonkin sighed. She was not a complete stranger to settings like this, she had seen plenty of similar hallways in sci-fi movies, but it was a strange experience to actually be in one. “This has better be worth it, Doctor…”
“Orchid. Doctor Orchid.” he responded sheepishly, receiving a nonplussed murmur of agreement, almost as if Eszter was giving him permission to use such a name. “Yes, I think you will really want to see what we’ve been working on here. Your assistance will be a fantastic addition to the competition.”
“Well, naturally.” the dragon queen smirked. Orchid silently prayed that she didn’t find out that they had really wanted to recruit King Ghidorah but had been unsuccessful, unsure of what exactly she would do to cover her damaged ego. After no small amount of walking through the surprisingly big facility, the corridor opened into a gigantic room, easily fifty metres tall and wide.
Eszter glanced around curiously, wondering what the exact purpose of the room was. It was entirely featureless except for the walls before and behind her, the latter possessing the entrance and a large observation window above it and the former condition entirely of two colossal blast doors.
“This is Doctor Sylas Orchid, engage safety protocols.” the doctor suddenly declared, enunciating clearly into a small two-way radio he pulled from his belt. At his command, the door to the corridor slammed shut behind them, sealing the room. Once the smaller doors were shut, Orchid approached the blast doors, motioning for Eszter to follow him.
The pair approached the massive doors before Orchid veered to the left, signalling for the demi-dragon to stay put as he approached a smal control panel to the side of the doors. In quick succession, he swiped a keycard, planted his hand on a touchscreen, and scanned his eyeball, promptly receiving a tinny buzzer followed “Sorry, that didn’t work. Please try again!”
Eszter waited as the cursing scientist repeated the procedure, muttering to himself with each rejected attempt. She didn’t know what lay behind the doors, but the curiosity and, though she would never admit it, anxiety was gnawing at her. “Hurry up, would you?”
“Sorry, sorry,” he gasped, sweating beading on his forehead from both embarrassment and the risk of drawing the ire of a woman who could snap his spine with her bare hands. “We really need to update the security system here…”
Finally, a cheery ‘ding!’ rung out from the machine and with a deafening hiss, the blast doors began to part. The titanic slabs of metal slowly revealed a second set behind them as the room grew noticeably warmer, giving Orchid a third reason to sweat. As soon as the first pair had stopped moving, the second pair of doors began to part.
Another wave of heat filled the room, going from ‘warm’ to ‘hot’. Magically inured against heat, Eszter was nonplussed, but the doctor took a few steps back at this stage, retreating to the back of the room as a third set of doors was uncovered. Over the din of grinding metal, the demi-dragon swore she could hear something roaring, though it could easily have been the groan of machinery.
Finally, after an agonisingly long time, the second doors stopped and the third doors began to open. The heat in the room was turned up to ‘sauna’ as yet another heatwave literally blew into the room, sending Eszter’s hair fluttering as she watched the doors part, transfixed on what was beyond them.
Beyond the last line of defence was, unquestionably, a dragon, though the dragonkin was struggling to comprehend the state that it was in. The great beast’s black and red scales were intermittently divided by vast metal plates welded into its skin, while more choice modifications had been done to certain parts of the body.
Specifically, the dragon’s jaw seemed to have been partially scoured off and repaired with a heavy artificial maw, while its underbelly had clearly been shredded open and reseated with a metal contraption not unlike the jaws of a bear trap.
The sight was positively nightmarish in any situation, the indignity of the formerly majestic creature was enough to raise Eszter’s hackles, but there was something more. Something she couldn’t quite place.
“Doctor…” she whispered, watching the poor drake struggled against the massive chains that kept it from surging across the room towards the pair. The dragon queen swallowed hard, fighting the unusual wave of nausea that was building in her gut. “What is this?”
“That is Karakul. She’s like you.”
“In what way?” Eszter gasped, tasting bile at the back of her throat.
“She’s another reincarnation of Yucatan.” he said cheerily. “And technically one of your past-”
Before he could even finish, he was cut off by a loud retch. The demi-dragon’s legs wobbled, threatening to give way as the existential implication of what she was seeing hit her. Clutching at her mouth, she tried and failed to hold back the viscous mixture of molten metal and incinerated food that came rushing from her stomach. The foul substance dripped between her fingers and onto the floor, sizzling the otherwise pristine metal as she continued to dry heave.
“WHAT THE FUCK?!” Eszter shrieked, turning to Orchid with death in her eyes. “WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO HER? TO- TO ME?! I-”
The queen was cut off by another dry heave, fighting to keep her breakfast down.
“Ok, ok, calm down.” The scientist said, raising his arms in a vain attempt to soothe her. “We found her in a half-dead state, a little bit of her soul clinging to her corpse through pure rage. So, we brought her here and patched her up, but we couldn’t restore her mind. That’s where you come in, we think your essence can bring her sanity back, at least enough to use her to fight the unmaking.”
Frankly, his explanation did little to call Eszter down, but she did recover her mental state enough to think about what was happening. The things they had done to Karakul were unthinkable, but the dragonkin could hardly undo them. What she could do was at least try to help her spiritual ancestor, if what Orchid was sayi was correct.
Spitting the last drops of slag from her mouth, Eszter wordlessly began to step forward, approaching the reforged dragon. Within her chains, Karakul began to thrash against her bonds as she watched Eszter approached.
But then she stopped.
In all of their experiments, Orchid had never seen the berserk dragon do anything but rage against her confinement. Now, as the beast finally stopped, he felt hope rose in his chest.
“By the arbiters… what have they done to you?” The queen murmured as she drew closer, passing the second and then third sets of doors. The gigantic dragon slowly began to lower her head, sniffing gently at her ‘descendant’. The scientists were oblivious to the emotions of a dragon, but Eszter could see Karakul’s expression clear as day. Rage gave way to curiosity which gave way to sorrow, a sorrow ufathomably deep for the vermin behind her.
Finally, the demi-dragon stopped before her fellow dragon queen. Karakul’s head was lowered all the way to the floor, her artificial jaw resting against the hot metal ground. Swallowing hard, Eszter reached out and gently stroked the resurrected dragon, feeling the heat of her scales beneath her hand. As soon as the pair made contact, the wild, bestial look in the greater dragon’s eyes gave way to intelligent clarity.
“What has become of us?” Karakul rumbled, speaking for the first time since her ‘death’. In the observation room, the team lost their collective minds, shocked that the great beast could speak at all. “We were glorious once, little sister… what happened?”
“I don’t know.” Eszter choked out, shaking her head slowly as tears began to well in her eyes. “I don’t know…”
“The vermin could not bare to see us, how beautiful, how powerful we are compared to them.” The true dragon growled, her claws casting up a shower of sparks as they scraped against the floor. “They have brought us so low… but we are not defeated. Not yet.”
The demi-dragon remained silent for a long time, just looking ar her previous incarnation and lamenting their loss.
“I could… I don’t know. I want to help you. What should I do? What do you want?”
“Why am I here? Why did they bring me back?”
“To fight in some game.” Eszter hissed, fighting back tears of rage rather than sorrow.
Karakul silently regarded her for a few minutes, the furious look slowly but surely returning to her eyes.
“Then I shall do what they wish of me. I will fight. I will kill. I will burn.” The former dragon queen spat furiously. “Everything will burn.”
Eszter nodded, grin determination of her face.
“Of course. First here, then the crossroads. Everything will burn.”
“Hmm… I am glad our fire has not yet burned out.” Karakul murmured. “Now please, little sister… leave me until it is time to fight. I cannot bare to be aware of what has become of me for longer than I need to.”
With a heavy heart, the dragonkin gave a reluctant nod, taking her hand from her former self’s jaw and turning to walk away. With every step she got further from the reforged dragon, Karakul’s sanity slipped away once more, replaced with molten, beastial rage.
Slowly, the blast doors began to slide shut once more, the berserk monster’s roaring being drowned out by mechanical whirring before being silenced all together.
“Well, it seems like that went fantastically.” Doctor Orchid chirped as he approached Eszter, wringing his hands nervously once more. “So, do we have your cooperation?”
The dragon queen briefly considered removing his torso from the rest of his body, her draconic eyes narrowing dangerously before she took a deep breath. She had to behave, or arbiter’s knew what would happen to Karakul.
“You will have your death game.” She growled, fists clenched but kept at her sides. “Rest assured. The comet will burn.”