Trelon looked down as he waited for his brother Kelan to speak. He knew exactly what his brother was looking at, the destruction of the transporter room. Trelon glanced out of the corner of his eye as two warriors helped a third out of the room. They were the last to leave except for him and Kelan. The silence of the room, except for the occasional pop, hiss, or creak from damaged equipment, was overwhelming.
“Do you want to tell me what in the hell you were thinking?” Kelan began through gritted teeth as he stared in disbelief at the destruction around him.
Trelon looked up, trying to think of what he could say to defend his and his dragon’s actions, but winced instead when sparks flew from a panel next to his brother, showering them both. Muttering a curse, Kelan moved a couple of step
