A/N I can't remember the last time I uploaded a chapter for this. So here it is.

Chapter 3

The Lost World

Endless black rock covered the entire planet. Deep canyons, large empty riverbeds, huge mountains, and other formations where all that remained of the planet's former glory. Above, all one could see was the endless blanket of outer space dotted with stars, and on the other side of the dead world was what ,was now, the two blaring hot yellow suns.

Gravity did not exist on this world, or at least not very much of it, not anymore. On the outside it seemed as though the planet would still be able to firmly keep a creature on the ground, however if one where to see the four large holes on the surface and where to know that the iron core and half the mantle of the planet was gone they would think otherwise.

Standing at the edge of one of the large holes was what appeared to be a dragon. A long snout, two horns that sprouted from the back of its head, it long neck connected to a lean and slender body with four limbs. Two large wings connected to the chest, on these wings where all the fingers connected where hands with three fingers and a thumb that each had long claws. Its hind legs ended in three clawed toes, just like one would expect. A long flowing, whip-like tail swung around effortlessly in the low gravity. And of course the entire creature was covered with blue armor.

High above the dragon was a large winged space ship that ended with a short pointed tail. The wings curved forwards, then inward, and then back out again to stop at a sharp point. The command center of the ship stuck out from the center in between the two wings. There were absolutely no windows nor openings of any kind on the ship, just smooth metallic alloy.

The dragon dipped its head into the deep crater examining the deep groves in the walls. It let out a puff of air from its nostrils and in response the suit released air from the tip of the snout. Dust flew from the surface in a slow moving cloud and small pieces of loose rock flew slowly down the crater. The dragon snorted, shaking its head and lifting it out of crater.

The dragon looked around the dead world. It lifted its wings and spread them out. It kicked off the ground its tail whipping at the surface to increase height. Blue lights in the seams of the armor soared to life and propelled the dragon upward. The dragon turned towards its ship, tucking its wings closer to its body.

A small door opened on one of the ships wings and a blinding white light filtered out into space. The dragon righted itself and flew into the opening. Gravity was the first thing it encountered and it spread its wings out to compensate. The dragon stretched its feet towards the ground and with a few more flaps of its wings, landed softly on a square pad. The large doors behind it closed.

Everything went dark as a blue and red light passed over the hanger bay. The dragon was perfectly still, breathing slowly.

A loud beep echoed through the hanger bay and the light returned just as a door slid open allowing entrance to the ship.

The dragon picked its wings up from the ground and walked into a hexagonal shaped hallway. Lights shined out from seems in the ceiling and floor. The hallway was only large enough for a single dragon, since the ship was designed to only compensate for a single crew member.

The dragon walked slowly. It had no need to be in a hurry. After all, it literally had an eternity.

Suddenly the walls and ceilings shifted and moved to hollow out the ship. The dragon dropped it wings to ground, its hands resting on the smooth metallic floor.

All the tiles moved into their proper place leaving a single raised platform in the center of the space. The dragon spread its wings and jumped off the shifting floor. It glided to the center and landed with practiced ease.

It settled itself into a slightly raised floor with a soft red cushions. It laid down and with a single thought the blue space armor slid off. The armor pieces floated to somewhere off in the distance revealing a black scaled dragon, deep purple eyes glaring.

Green feathers that where around its horns ruffled slightly. The dragon scratched its chest gently with its claws and then groaned. The lights turned off, and a holoscreen appeared in front of the dragon.

Looking at the screen the dragon smiled as best as a dragon could.

All he could see where bones.

Not just any bones, but moving bones.

His father had told him to stay away from them, but he just couldn't resist. His curious mind had been stirred from slumber and when his father didn't tell him exactly what the bones where he decided to find out. His father had said to him, "don't go near them," and he hadn't listened.

He wished he had.

The bones seemed to have belonged to some kind of extinct serpentine creature. Its head was elongated, razor sharp teeth shined from the closed mouth. Eight empty eye sockets stared at the blackness of space. A red-green stone shined on the center of its forehead. Its neck was long till it got to the chest where he could hardly identify its rib cage which continued on to what had to be the longest tail in existence, about ten thousand meters long, if his calculations where correct. As if the creature wasn't big enough, it's mouth was large enough to have swallowed three of him whole.

The bones had been glistening from the light of a nearby star that was what had drawn him in the first place. The bones where a silver chrome and when he had softly brushed his hand against them the whole thing had started to glow a deep haunting orange. Then it moved.

Its head swiveled toward him and he stared into the black eyes with demonic orange irises. Its mouth opened revealing even more shiny teeth.

Perhaps the most stupidest act in his life, he turned and boosted to his ship. He somewhat calmly got in the airlock, took off his space suit, replaced it with battle armor, and walked into the cockpit. He sat down; in the background he could hear the ravings of his father, or what was left of the once glorious tyrant. Then the ship lurched and he heard the groan of metal and the alarms went off.

Wires connected to port holes in his head and he slipped into a virtual world and became the ship. He checked the status of the hull and found that something was pulling off pieces of the ship and with each torn piece he could feel a stab of pain. He flew himself forward and turned in a circle launching the thing off of him. He flew a safe distance away before looking around.

The skeletal creature gnawed at the pieces of metal and wires in its mouth. Its body moving in a lazy vortex behind it. The thing stared at him for a moment, the orange irises never leaving the ship. It was in that moment that realized what he had encountered. An Undea, the most vile and sadistic race in the entire universe. The second most dangerous race that had ever come into existence.

The Undea spit out the pieces of ship in its mouth and launched itself towards him.

After almost an hour of chasing the Undea got bored and flew off in another direction. It surprised him how easy it was to get rid of it.

After he was confident he was far enough away, he put the nanites to work and set a course to the nearest planet, Ber'on. He left pilot mode and switched to autopilot, returning to his real body.

He slowly opened his eyes and stared at the holoscreen, the loading screen telling him when he'd be able to move again. He began to wonder how he'd fix the damages to the ship, nanites could only do so much. He only had about a thousand credits left, not even enough to get repairs and refuel the tank to get back to Nulan where his next shipment of spice was waiting.

He heard the voice of his father in the background, screeching and yowling madly. For a moment he ignored it until he heard his name, "ELTUNE VERNADIAN HERDYAN CIFE, COME HERE NOW!"

He hated his father.

He decided he'd better go and at least listen to what his father had to say; else the elder might stop managing the ship subroutines.

He stood and the wires on his head slipped off. His legs felt weak and he felt a bit nauseated, but it was to be expected. Through the holoscreen he could see himself in the reflection of the metal. Bone made up a structure on his head that looked like airplane fins, his green eyes glowed underneath. He had no visible mouth and his legs where triple jointed that ended in three toed hoofs, a pairs of arms with six fingers on each hand, other than that, there was nothing else special about him.

He walked up to the glass tube that contained his father. At one time the war monger had six arms, strong legs and four head fins, but now all that was left was a brain, some nerves and a bit of flesh.

"Trundanea, father," He said, using the old greeting his kind once said, but now it was little more than an insult.

"Don't say that," His father said, his voice computerized and monotone. Eltune narrowed his eyes. It seemed he had spent his entire life caring for his father. He bought the fluids and energy to keep the tyrant alive. He carried him around where ever he went. He had killed in order to keep the secret of his father's survival hidden. Sometimes he just wanted to smash the container and be done with it.

"What do you want," Eltune said in annoyance.

"You didn't listen to me, you could have been killed!" His father said loudly. Eltune waited for his father to spit out the last part. "If you would have been dead, I couldn't be revived and I couldn't restore the empire!"

Eltune sometimes wished his father had a better, more fatherly reason to want him to live. He killed the container hard enough so the brain inside would move, "If you had told me what it was, we wouldn't be in this situation!" He yelled. He gripped the container with his hands the claws shrieking on glass as he attempted to crush it. "Why do you still care about that empire crap? What makes you thing that would ever be possible after what you did?" A part of him wanted to pretend that his father had heard, but he knew better.

"You don't remember the things I had then Eltune! I ruled two hundred solar system! Two hundred! I was rich! I had everything I ever wanted!" He said. "Just imagine if I had that again!"

Eltune scowled, "You, it's always about you. Me and mom never got any of your fortune. We could hardly survive on our own." He glared at the brain as if it could see him. Yet again, he pretended his father understood.

He heard his father huff. "Your mother? She was a lowly peasant, neither you nor her deserved anything that belonged to the royal family. You don't belong to the family. You only have one purpose and that's to help me so I can restore the bloodline. It is yo-"

"Shut up!" Eltune shook the container and his father let out surprised yelps and curses as he was shaken around. When Eltune finally stopped he desperately wanted to break the container, but he couldn't, there was a reason he had it after all.

He muted his father by pressing a button. He managed to walk out of the cockpit and into his small cramped quarters just a few steps away. He sat down on the uncomfortable metallic surface and slowly began to take off the battle armor. His eyes glared down at each piece as if it was secretly hording the answers to all his problems.

Royal family. What royal family? His father may not know it but there were only a few hundred of their kind left. And Eltune knew for a fact that all royal familys had been killed off. The race that had attacked them had killed off any offspring even if they were considered 'tainted'. He had been an exception. That didn't mean he had come off easy though. He had far more restrictions than the rest of his people.

He looked out the small window in the room. The stars passed by quickly creating streaks of light. He sighed then lad down on the metal surface. He grabbed a cord that was attached to a little box and connected it to one of the ports that had been put in his head by the race that had destroyed his father's empire.

Sometimes he wished… he didn't have to live like this.

He plugged in the cord and images of the last few days soared though his mind leaving behind a white haze and incredible pain, his body shook and twitched, before everything went blissfully dark.

Outside the Undea watched with curiosity as it observed the argument and the youth being put himself into a dreamless sleep. It clicked to itself. Its eyes watching, never once turning away from the youth. Then, after some calculations and predictions it decided something.

It would follow them.

A/N this is unedited so if you notice any errors tell me right away.