The rear of the ship began to lower, forming a ramp. A thunk sounded, almost muffled by the loud whir of the machinery. The ramp clunked against the floor, revealing the Gold Star's two crewmembers standing at the top of it.

The pair stood next to each other, Drake a little more towards the front, while Swoop hung back, perhaps intending to use his friend as cover should the worst happen.

Drake was a dark blue reptillian creature. He wore a uniform of muted gray colors that seemed one part work overalls and one part lowgrade battle armor. The uniform's sleaves had been ripped loose to expose his arms and the orange spots that decorated his limbs. The spots seemed to glow with a faint light, each large splotch spaced a short distance for the last. A crest of bright green and yellow feathers decorated his head and the backs of his forearms. Another orange spot decorated his forehead, just above his muted red eyes. His tail snaked out behind him, held absolutely still. More orange spots decorated the back of the long limb, which ended in a mess of feathers. He seemed to be unarmed. His left arm moved back and forth, bouncing a red rubber ball, roughly the size of his palm, off of the floor. Each imapct made a dull thunk sound.

Swoop was a yellow fox with cold blue eyes. He wore the same uniform as Drake, but with the sleeves still attached and a pistol holsted at his side, his right hand hovering close to it.

He studied their welcoming party with hard eyes, while his dragon friend looked slightly amused. The bouncing ball helped to increase his playful-looking demenour. He smiled barring a mouthful of sharp teeth that might unnerve some, though he intended to seem friendly.  

"So, who's got the rum?" he asked, grabbing the ball and holding it at eye level. An orange character from some strange language covered one side of the ball, his fingers hid most of the symbol, so even if someone present could decipher it, they wouldn't be able to. The character pulsed with the same faint light as Drake's markings.

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"Thank you, Dixie," Spyro said, he grabbed a piece of meat at random. "We'll be glad to join you for breakfast. Will Scooby-Doo be there too?"

"Wow, you've really been busy," Cynder said. "It certainly makes everything we've been up to pale in comparsion."

Spyro nodded before lowering his head and staring at the table.

"Nothing really exciting," Cynder replied. "Everything's stayed peaceful since Malefor was killed."

"Everyone's doing pretty well," Spyro added. "Sparx, Mom and Dad, and Hunter are all doing fine."

"It's actually kind of dull," Cynder admitted. "We really missed seeing you, Scooby, and everyone else."

"Well, that's a relief," Swoop muttered, holstering his pistol. "Trap?"

Drake shrugged. "If that guy's lying. He's very good at it. I don't think it's a trap. I don't like putting our lives in someone else's hands, but we don't have a choice."

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(The Cafe)

The two dragons had a good laugh at Cynder's innuendo, though Spyro did wonder for a moment if Cynder had been sleeping around, after all, he hadn't found out about her relationship with Dixie until some time after it happened. He dismissed the idea quickly enough, she had been nothing, but honest since then after all.

The bread arrived and the pair stared at the basket for a moment. Neither dragon had much liking for anything that wasn't meat, so they decided to ignore it for the moment.

Can't remember...

Any other questions?

"RICMS Spire of Winter?" Drake repeated, raising an eyebrow at his friend.

"Never heard of it," Swoop frowned. "It doesn't sound like the name of a pirate ship at least, but I'm not a fan of any military vessels either."

"You'd rather have pirates?" the dragon asked, grabbing the radio mic.

"At least, you can shoot pirates if they try confiscating your stuff," he replied.

He clicked the microphone on and spoke into it. "This is the Shipping Vessel, Gold Star. We, uh... Our ship appears to have been rendered inoperable and we are in need of rescue."

"Ask them if they have any rum."

Yes, I would. In fact, it might become a yearly event for me along with AC. My con list is expanding. Before long I'll be doing my own panels, cosplaying, or something equally strange.

Ohmigosh! Ohmigosh! Ohmigosh! This song has got to be the best brony song I've ever heard.

Great to be Different

By the way, here's a recording of a livestreamed Fighting is Magic tournament. I don't think they've got parts 1 and 2 up, but that's okay, cause I'm in part 3 somewhere. See if you can find me.  

Fighting is Magic: Tournament Part 3

^That's why Drake has always had a last name attached to it otherwise. I refuse to use numbers in my username, I like being the original article.

The first thing I RP'ed and what I was looking for was based on the Alien films. I was deep into the Alien fandom, riding the success I had achieved with an old fanfic and I was interested in trying out RP for a change of pace after my fanfic writing.