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nervous.
     
    Just from what I could see of the metal monster before me, I was fairly certain the Rocket Dart rifles wouldn’t do much of anything. RD-10s were only good against fleshy beings such as men or animals. The RB however was a dual shot shoulder-mounted rocket launcher that fired an explosive projectile as big as my arm. I’ve never seen anything survive a hit from an RB Rocket Shaft.
     
    “ That’s my dad out there,” I whispered to the man who appeared to be the leader of the unit, “I’m not going anywhere unless he leaves with me.”
     
    “ What makes you think these aliens are letting anyone leave?” he replied, “Now fall in behind before I drag you back here.”
     
    I glanced at Kiernan who was already obeying the soldiers. I didn’t move however because they didn’t scare me one bit. They prided themselves on never shooting the unarmed. I turned to my dad, then sprinted toward him before the Guard had a chance to stop me.
     
    “ Dad, get away from the dragon!” I shouted, drawing the attention of my father and his associates, “Come on!”
     
    My father just smiled like an idiot and waved me over to him. I was quickly running out of options. My only other option was to return to the Guard in the woods behind me, so I continued toward him.
     
    “ Braxton, do you recognize the metal?” he asked, fanning his hand across the length of the dragon.
     
    I noticed it was similar to the Metal-Master’s material, but that really didn’t mean anything in the grand scheme of things. I’ve come to the conclusion long ago that we’re just a country who is far behind the times in our metallurgy. I wouldn’t be surprised if the people of Green have already perfected these coveted metals of the Metal-Masters.
     
    “ Looks a little like the Metal-Master’s iron,” I replied with a shrug, “Doesn’t matter though, Dad. Let’s just get-”
     
    “ Look,” my dad said, handing me a large sheet of ceramoid.
     
    I reluctantly accepted the sheet from him, wondering what archaeological finds could be more important than a Ronnan dragon. I examined the sheet casually, then turning the rectangular sheet on its side, my jaw immediately dropped. Embossed on the sheet of beige ceramoid was a perfect diagram of the iron dragon resting on the ground before us. This ceramoid imprint appeared to be a diagram of its internal structure, showing two levels with probably twenty or thirty seats.
     
    “ We uncovered this here?” I asked, my heart pounding audibly in my own ears as I anticipated his answer.
     
    “ I found this many lunes ago when I was digging up yonder,” he said, nodding with his goofy smile, “Yeah, I found it here and I think we are about to meet the Metal-Masters.”
     
    I just stared at the amazing piece of ceramoid, unsure of all the beliefs I held so dear. Questions arose in my mind from the simplest of ones, such as “Who am I really” to the more complex such as “Who am I compared to the millions of creatures who must be living on the millions of planets in the universe?”
     
    “ Do you think they’ll share?” I asked, barely more than a whisper, “Their secrets of metallurgy, I mean.”
     
    “ I was hoping they’d share their secrets of flight ,” he replied, patting my shoulder, “I mean, could you imagine what that would do to our trade with Green? We could cross the Eastern Sea in a half-lune instead of the four-lune it takes today.”
     
    A door very similar in size to my own bedroom door suddenly slid open midway down the length of the metal monster. A thick platform moved slowly outward in front of the doorway about the length of two people. Then, even before I had a chance to question the purpose of the platform, it broke into hand-length sections and dropped to create a perfect stairway.
     
    “ Maybe they will share a little of that too,” I muttered.
     
    “ That was unreal. I almost want them to pull it back and do it again,” one of Dad’s