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_ Chapter 13- Nothing faster than Instant _

<UEF-A 'Tiamat' -B-Deck Room 18> June 7, 2085

Canith woke up feeling a bit better on his second day of recovery. He was slightly sore from the session with Sky, but the eastern dragon assured him (and he knew from prior experience himself) that it was simply a matter of working his new muscles. That, and Snow's insistence that he needed to work out physically and mentally to help him recover, had him planning on going back to the gym again today. But first, he needed to get up and moving.

He crawled out of his bunk, and marveled at the feel of fur Snow had helped guide him to coat himself in. It was quite different from the scales, of course, but it still was interesting. He could feel the air stirring it as he moved around, as opposed to being slightly colder with the scales. He headed to the shower, and after letting the water warm for a moment stepped in. He immediately felt much heavier as the water soaked his fur, even as short as it was, and clumped the strands together.

He took some time and made sure to take some fur conditioner and worked it into his coat, and realized that it was turning him on a bit . . . on his female side. His dick was barely peaking out of his slit, less then an inch, but he felt his folds were moist with more than just with water. As he hadn't really played with himself (as there seemed to be several individuals willing to play with him if he asked,) he decided a bit of self exploration was warranted after his shower. He finished quickly, then turned off the water flow and activated the air dryer. He hadn't needed it with scales, but with fur, it felt absolutely heavenly. The remaining water quickly was wicked away, leaving him only slightly damp. He grabbed a towel, then moved back to his bed as he dried off.

He placed the mostly dry towel down on the bed and laid down on it. Spreading his legs a bit, he looked down at his slit. Oddly enough, as he was mainly focused on his fem-parts, his male parts had retracted the rest of the way, leaving him looking more like a her. Extending a paw, he ran the tip of his claw over the slit lightly, and the feel of it raking lightly over the sensitive flesh sent a shiver through his pelvic region. He did it again, then dragged his paw pad over it with a touch more force.

His back arched up, almost of its own accord. The pleasure was all out of proportion to the pressure. Looking down again, and repeating the gesture, he came to the realization that it was due to the fact that the tip of his dick was doubling as a clit, and was more sensitive than he remembered. Deciding to avoid it for now, he focused below it. Within the slit, he paid attention to the various folds around his entrance. The nerves, while not as intense as his psudoclit, was very sensitive. He worked a claw tip around the outside, setting his slit alight with pleasurable shocks. Building up like this, he slowly dipped first one claw, then a second beside it, into his snatch.

If his clit was the most sensitive to touch, his tunnel was a close second. He slowly worked his paw in and out, arching his back again and panting with pleasure. His feminine juices were flowing freely now, soaking his paw, his crotch, and the towel below him. He continued pumping in and out, the pleasure building slowly but steadily. He had leaned his head back on the pillow, closing his eyes to enjoy the sensations. His paw began to tire, so he shifted it a bit, and was rewarded with a burst of pleasure equal to, if not exceeding his brush across his clit. He recalled dimly that females had a spot in them, a couple inches in that was extremely pleasurable, and recalled Will brushing across this spot before, if only briefly. With a goal in mind, he began stroking across that spot, pressing in with a claw tip occasionally. His paw moved faster and faster, pleasure building higher and higher, until finally he felt like he was reaching the edge. Then, pushing in with the pads of both fingers, he came. Hard.

His vision grayed out, with black around the edges as his mind was overcome with the pleasure. He didn't stop, but slowed his strokes. The pleasure suffused him, leaving him floating on a sea of bliss. It stretched on and on, time losing meaning for a while as he laid there basking in the afterglow. It occurred to him, laying there, that no male climax had ever come close to this level of pleasure. He could understand why others on the ship would hop beds as much as he had heard. If this was the pleasure they were chasing, he might have to take up some of the subtle offers that he had gotten recently. But maybe with the more male individuals of the crew, as the female would probably want him to take the male role.

Eventually, he felt the pleasure finally abate, and decided to take a wet cloth and clean up his nether region. The echos of the pleasure was still there, and he felt much more relaxed then before. He decided while cleaning that the next place to go would be the galley for breakfast, but before that, there was something he felt like doing. As he was feeling somewhat feminine at the moment, he decided he would try to fit the role a bit better. Walking languidly over the PGU, he punched in some default settings, then pulled up the clothing section. Placing a claw on his lips and contemplating the generic offerings, he selected one that caught his fancy, and a minute later a rather small bundle of fabric popped out of the chute. Picking them up and shaking them out, he grinned and bent down to step into them. Pulling them up, he turned to his holo-mirror (essentially a projector that acted as a mirror, without the risk of breakage) and took a good look at his self. Hugging his waist was a scarlet thong. It actually looked very good on him, complementing his crimson fur and offsetting his slate gray belly fur. The colors didn't blend together, being different hues, but instead allowed them to show up, yet still match.

He felt his cheeks flush a bit as he stood there staring. Before coming onto the Tiamat, he had never even contemplated cross dressing, but now, technically, he wasn't even doing it. He had the parts for it, and they felt very comfortable. As a bonus one feature he had selected was a clasp in the back for his tail, making sure they stayed up and didn't irritate the bottom of his tail. Satisfied with them, he pulled the standard ship jumpsuit on and headed out to the galley.

Entering the galley, he flagged down Tyco, who was working but not busy. The 'tattooed' rabbit gave him an idle wave, then did a double take as he noticed not only that Canith heading over to him, but also was much changed.

"Hey, I like the new look!" He did not seemed surprised that Canith was now furred instead of scaled, and saw Canith's confusion at this. "I'm guessing you got a visit from Snow, and he forgot to set up a cover for the change." He gave a wink. "I get your confusion, and if anyone else comments on it, just say it was due to a trip to the pods. The pods can make changes like that, and no one needs be the wiser about the true nature of the changes." Canith nodded, then relaxed.

"Yeah, Snow came by, we talked, and some things came up and he helped me with that. You even came up." Canith motioned to Tyco's markings. "I noted that they didn't look dyed, and tattoos would not dye the fur. I didn't think of it at the time, but it made more sense."

Tyco let one ear flop over, and smiled slightly. "Anyways, let's get you some food. I got word from Sylvie about your requirements, and will bring you out something right away."

He turned and started off, and slipped into the kitchen. Canith stood around for a moment, and Tyco started out again. He started across the floor, but stumbled and slipped on a slick spot on the floor. Canith reacted without thinking, rushing over to keep him from hitting the floor. He felt a lurching sensation, and caught Tyco a moment later. Except . . . it should have taken several seconds to cross the floor.

"Oh," Tyco said, a bit dazed at the near fall and the sudden catch, "thanks. I didn't know you could phase. I'll need to clean that spot up." He looked over to where the bowl would have hit the floor, only to see the spot clean. He looked up a bit, and spotted the bowl floating about an inch lower then when it had left his hands. "Telekinetic too? Must be my luck day." He looked back to Canith, and batted his eyes a bit. "You going to hold me like a damsel in distress for a while, or help me up?"

Canith blushed at this, and helped Tyco back to his feet, then brought the levitating bowl over to his waiting hands. It had eggs in it, along with a thick red sauce and some peppers cut up in it. Parts of the egg that didn't have the sauce seem dusted with a dark red powder as well. The smell was amazing. "What is this?" He asked the rabbit, who was busy with a mop cleaning the slick spot up.

Tyco responded without looking over, a slight blush to his features. "It's a recipe I came up with. It's a different take on chorizo, or spicy sausage cooked with eggs. This is tailored for eastern dragons, as it's way spicier then most could handle, but you might find it mild." Canith took it to a nearby table, and started eating. The flavors from the sausage permeated the eggs, and the powder appeared to be chill powder. The peppers in it were not bell pepper though. They had a crisper taste, but were hot, even to Canith.

"What kind of peppers are these? I thought bell at first, but these are way to hot for that!" Canith stabbed one with a fork and brought it to eye level, only to jerk his head back as the fumes from it caused his eyes to start burning intensely.

"It's a local crossbreed on board this ship. We have a small area set aside in hydroponics that is quarantined from everything else due to how hot those things are. I usually let Sylvie handle the prep of them, and cook with gloves on and try to not touch them directly. They are pretty much her babies up there." Canith could easily imagine her caring for these ridiculously hot peppers. He took a bite of just the pepper, and the flavor bloomed on his tongue like a small nuclear device. He blinked, and grabbed a nearby glass of water to wash it down with.

"Wow. It's good with other things, but pretty intense by itself. Even I will need to be careful with them, but they are good." He earned a smile from Tyco.

"I'll make a note of it. For now, I need to get back to work." He looked at Canith, and grinned a bit, a hint of lust in his eyes, "But later, after I'm off work, I would like to get to know you better. If nothing else then a thank you for the save. I would rather not have a knot on the back of my head all day, let alone a mess to clean up on the floor, be it blood or peppers I nearly need full hazmat to handle."

Canith returned the smile, looking forward to later. "Sure thing. I was going to hit the gym after, then see about some training with either Sky or Snow. Later though," He gave the rabbit a wink and blushed at the boldness of what was being insinuated, "I definitely would like to get to know you better. Maybe the dragon with be the damsel this time."

Tyco caught the meaning, and gave him a big grin. "Lucky for you, I like that kind of thing. See you around 21:30? I know it's later then most are out, but galley shifts are rather odd like that- all day affairs that last from early morning till late at night, but broken up by meals."

Canith nodded sagely, and agreed to the time, then finished his meal and thanked the rabbit. He took the bowl over to the cleaning window, left it there, and headed over to the gym, with Tyco stopping for a moment to wave farewell, and catch a barest hit of scarlet on the top of the base of Canith's tail. He waited till he was out the door, then gave a bit of a chuckle. "Gonna wear that ass out tonight, just you wait and see."

Canith did his normal stretches, then looked to the weights. As he didn't normally work too much with the free weights, he decided to start small, and go heavier as he progressed through his routine. He grabbed four ten-pound dumbbells, and went over to a bench. He wrapped the end of his tail around one, and tested to make sure he could lift it. It wasn't too much of a struggle, so he figured that would be fine. He grabbed one in each hand, and then reached out carefully with his mind to grasp the last one. Like the tail, he felt that it wasn't too difficult, and felt the limiters suppressing his excess kinetics.

He began pumping the iron, synchronizing his left with his tail, and his right with his mind. He did about 20 reps, then rested for a minute. He then did another 20, and as he was finishing Will walked over and eyed the weights.

"Going a bit light, are you not?" He stated, eyeing the relatively light weights. After all, he knew what Canith was really capable of, unlike most.

"Recovering, remember? Snow came by, and proscribed this kind of workout- and since I am rather new to free weights and lifting in general with my mind and tail, I figured lighter would be better."

"Well, you are not wrong there. There are times for pushing your limit, and times when many repetitions at a lower weight are better, and if you are still recovering AND are new to it, lighter is definitely better." He walked over and grabbed some free weights of his own, and began a similar exercise as Canith, but with four times the weight. He only did sets of ten though, and only three sets before moving down to halve that weight and doing more reps.

Canith, for his part, was still focusing on his sets. Coordinating the tail and the mental lifting with his arms wasn't easy, but in the companionable silence he got into a rhythm with the wolf, and by the time he had finished his fourth set he decided to try something heavier with just the mind and tail, focusing all his attention on them. He walked a few feet over to the weight stands and returned the 10lb weights, and wrapped his mind and tail around a pair of 20lb weights, carrying them back to the bench. His mind felt the burn of holding the 20, and his tail was working hard to lift it as well. Sitting down, he slowly lifted the one with his mind about 2ft off the ground, then put it down. The the tail the same, and down again. He did this 6 times, and began panting with the effort. He got 2 more repetitions out, and then felt his mental control slip on the ninth on his mind. It got about a foot off the ground, then dropped back down, landing with a loud bang on the ground. He looked to the one on his tail, and tried lifting it. Nothing happened, and he realized that he had hit his limit, so he slid his tail out from the weight and fell back on the bench with a sigh.

"Hey Will, what do you know of phasing? I ask, just to clarify, because earlier I phased to catch Tyco from falling the the galley, but it was instinctive." He looked over as he asked, and watched one of Will's ears twitch when he mentioned phasing, go down when he mentioned Tyco, and slowly raised up after.

He finished his set, then stopped and looked up. "Mostly it's just that- instinctive. Once you get a grasp of how it works, you can start using it consciously, but it has it's limitations. You obviously cannot just teleport everywhere with it. You need line of sight, and usually it's rather short distance, usually five to fifteen feet. Some can go further with each usage, while most fall somewhere in that bracket. Another limitation is how often you can use it- It's a big drain on your resources, and phasing will leave you more tired then if you had crossed the distance normally. The reason is that your body is being accelerated by several times to move like that, and the energy requirements are high. The more you practice, the more you can do it- within those limits of course."

Canith thought about that. "You seem to use it quite a bit, both in running and in combat training. You don't normally seem that tired afterwards."

Will looked a bit sheepish at this mention of his usage. I actually don't normally use it for running. I was called out for being reckless that time, and was trying to impress you at the time. I feel childish about it now, but I think you understand why. As for combat, remember that I'm using it to move slightly out of the way, not cross feet. The energy requirements are not nearly as high with that. Still draining, of course, but no where as bad.

Canith nodded at this explanation. It matched with what he had seen and what little he had read. "Any tips for getting it under conscious control?" By his count, he was lucky, to a degree- where most Anthro's had two or three abilities, the fact that he already knew he had four, with one being extremely rare, was a large advantage.

"Nope. Just think on when it happens, and try to figure out what triggered it, and why. Once you isolate the what, and puzzle out the why, and match that across multiple instances, you should be able to come to a understanding. Like me. I did it the first time when a timer started to go off across the room. I was thinking of how I needed to turn it off, and started towards it and turned it off. The problem was it was seven feet away and I had did it in an instant. Later I figured out, through observation and a bit of trial and error that it has to do with not actually willing myself to move, but instead visualizing where I wanted to move to- And my body would take over. Of course, I needed to feel pressured to trigger it, and combat is easier to feel pressured. Running, well, I felt pressured to do better to impress, and that was enough. Make any sense?" He seemed a bit flustered, trying to explain the ability.

"It's about as good an explanation as I've heard." Sky said, walking up to them. "It's a rather inexact science, phasing, and therefore is not 'taught' in the traditional sense. After all, as Will so eloquently put it, it's instinctive. Now, to derail your thought- up for some more practice?"

Canith gave it some though. "Sure. Although, I might be a bit slow due to this weight training. He reached down to pick up the weight, only to have his vision gray a bit and Sky slide in beside him to stabilize him.

"Hmm, maybe some meditation. Nothing more. I'm not the expert Snow is, but you came pretty close to pushing yourself too hard mentally. You should probably go and rest, to be honest. Give you a bit more time to recover. But I commend your dedication to following instructions." He grabbed the weights off the ground with his own tail, all 40 lbs with just his tail, and walked them over to the stands, placing them back neatly.

"K, I'll do that then. Maybe tomorrow then, Sky?" He did feel tired, and had Aura set an alarm to get him up in a couple hours, unless he absolutely needed more, then to make sure to get him up a couple hours in advance of his hookup with Tyco.

"Hmm, perhaps. We shall see." He said enigmatically. He waved then, and turned on his heel and flowed out of the room.

Canith said farewell to Will, and promised to catch up with him soon, then headed out of the room. Well took a moment to clean his own weights up, then headed out himself, running into Sky again.

"How is he?" The dragon asked, looking down the hall where the red hybrid had just left through.

"He's definitely getting better. I didn't see any strain of the bad kind, till the very end. But I found it odd that he struggled with the weights at the end. I've seen him do much more with his mind before, and his last trial with that bow was more then a bit frightening. Is he burning out?"

"I heard this from Snow, and am only telling you because you where there. No repeating it. He agreed to have some limiters put in place to help prevent burnout, and to put some pressure on his budding gifts to help exercise them. What probably happened is he overexerted himself at the end, going for strength training instead of stamina training." He looked at the wolf. "I can only imagine where he got that idea from."

Said wolf looked down at his foot paws, a bit bashful at the accusation that was entirely true. "I wasn't thinking of that. But still, what you said does make sense, and I'll make sure not to let anything slip." He then nodded to the dragon, and headed out to clean up himself.

Another long shower later, and Canith laid back down. He was tired, that was true, but other then psychically wearied and the feel of the muscle fatigue, he felt relatively normal. He closed his eyes, then slowed his breathing into long familiar patterns, entering a light meditative trance to help him rest his body, without completely shutting down his mind.

He came too a while later feeling much refreshed and almost ready for his visit to Tyco. Aura chimed in as he thought of this. (You have a message from him, by the way. It arrived while you were resting, and I determined that it could wait, based on the contents.)

(What did it say then?) He queried, still laying in bed with his eyes closed, so as to not tense any of the muscles he had worked hard to loosen.

(Essentially that after checking with Sylvie to make sure on exactly what she tested you for, he came up with a potential meal that you would enjoy, assuming that you used to like sweet things. He has a hypo spray in case it doesn't work out, but was hoping that you would join him in his room, room 30.)

Slowly getting up, he reached across the side table and grabbed his fur brush and started working in short strokes through his fur, his mane, and his tail. He made sure to focus on parts he might not brush all the time, or saw a lot of friction. After several minutes of this, he determined he would be as ready as possible for his meetup. He generated another pair of panties, this time with little bows and a bit of lace. It felt odd feeling like he should pretty himself up, but at the same time gave him an electric thrill of anticipation. He put on the jumpsuit after, and headed out the door, and took the stairs down and crossed the ship to the designated room. After he waited a minute, he knocked on the door.

Tyco answered immediately, and ushered him in. Unlike his and Will's room, there was not a lot of decoration, rabbit or otherwise. On the desk was a pair of plates covered with metal lids, and a bottle of some sort of wine being chilled with ice. "I hope you don't mind, but I like a bit of wine with my romance- it's a bit old fashion of me, but the taste is good, and the alcohol content is actually rather low. We make it here on board, and it's my hobby."

Tyco also wore a ship jumpsuit, but it was a rather clean one. He snapped his fingers, and the lights dimmed a bit, holographic candles sprang to life on multiple surfaces, and music began to play quietly. Canith let out a light 'oh' at Tyco's preparations, before having a seat on the bed. "Well, thank you for the invite over. I'm just glad you didn't take a nasty spill earlier."

"Yeah, me too." He said, ducking his head a bit and rubbing the back of it. "We try to be careful, but sometimes a bit spills that we don't notice, or someone spills something when we are not looking, someone tracks things in, or any number of other situations. We usually catch them pretty quick, but occasionally, someone slips. I was just lucky you were there to catch me."

Canith smiled, and thought of trying to get Tyco's mind off the near miss. "So I got that message about you finding something sweet I might like?"

Tyco brightened immediately. "Yes. Pretty much, she tested and found you were now allergic to our normal beet sugar, right? Well, I remembered that there is something that's even better then that, that I think you will like. And I have a particular treat I decided to make after earlier that I would like you to try." He moved over to the covered plates, but instead of uncovering them, he instead grabbed a pair of wine glasses and placed them on the desk. He then took the wine bottle out, double checked the hand written label, nodded to himself, and pulled the cork out by use of a pair of claws. He then sniffed it, and apparently satisfied with it, poured it into the pair of glasses. He picked them up and walked back, but paused before handing it to Canith. "I will warn you on this- it isn't normal wine. I got this recipe from a family friend and it traces its way back over 500 years."

Canith eyed the liquid. It was a smokey gold color, and although Tyco stated that it was not very alcoholic, he could still smell it under a slightly sweet smell. He shrugged anyways, and took the glass, tapping it against Tyco's before taking a sip. The taste surprised him. Three immediate flavors vied for prominence on his tongue. The first was the sweet thing he smelled, which he identified as honey. The second was the alcohol, though more subtle then the smell indicated. The final was completely at odds with the rest- hops. It had a passing acquaintance, flavor wise, with some beers. Alone, he would have found it repugnant, but together with the honey . . . "This is definitely different. Does it have a name?"

Tyco gave a grin. "It's a honey wine, but due to hops being in it, the proper name would be honey mead."

Canith raised an eye ridge at this. "I'm just guessing here, but the sweetener you remembered that is different from sugar is honey, isn't it?"

Tyco raised his hand. "Guilty as charged." He raised the lid on the nearest plate, and on it was bite sized pastries. Each looked to be made of multiple layers of thin, flaky pastry, and was topped with nuts and drizzled in a glaze that could only be honey. "And here we have the desert. It's a bit sticky, so I recommend using your claws. It's a pain to get honey out of fur." To demonstrate, he picked one up, using his claws, and nibbled a corner of it, then turned to Canith. He blushed a bit, then held the piece out for him to also take a bite of. Canith returned the blush, and took a bite of it. Flavor exploded in his mouth. First the sweetness of the honey, the slightly bitter taste of the nuts, and other spices mixed together to make the whole thing nothing but pure heaven.

He quickly took a second nibble, and with it between his teeth leaned over and gave the rabbit a kiss, feeding him the piece as well as a kiss. He held the kiss for only a moment, then leaned back. He took another sip of the mead, and turned back to Tyco. "This tastes amazing, but it tasted better when shared, agreed?"

Tyco took a sip of his mead as well, and leaned in for another kiss. Their lips came together, and for a time, the pastry and wine lay forgotten as they focused instead on one another. Finally, they separated, and Canith felt out of breath. They shared a look, and both started to shed their jumpsuits. As Canith pulled his down, he heard Tyco whistle. "I thought I saw a peek of red earlier, but I like the pink better on you."

He blushed at the complement. "Thank you. Would you like me to take them off, or do you want too?"

Tyco, instead of answering with words, gently pushed Canith back onto the bed. He had not been wearing anything under the 'suit, and his sheath was plump and his balls were heavy looking.

A bit of his dick was visible from the tip, and it was slightly rounded. "Like what you see?"

Canith nodded meekly, and brought his legs together slightly for Tyco to remove the panties. He didn't do it all at once, though, and started planting kisses and nibbles on Canith, trailing down from his navel down to just above the panties, then continued as he slowly peeled them away. Once his slit was uncovered, Tyco dipped his tongue in a bit, getting a good taste of Canith's arousal and then with a flourish pulled the panties the rest of the way off. Canith reflexively spread his legs apart, giving the rabbit more room to work. He was not disappointed. Tyco quickly went to town, licking the clit, working the folds, and the very entrance, but not actually penetrating with fingers or tongue.

Canith felt the arousal war with his impatience- eager to feel the penetration, but enjoying the slow buildup. Tyco moved before Canith could voice anything other then a few gasps and a short moan at a particularly rough rub of his clit. He quickly repositioned himself, placing his now hard dick at Canith's entrance. He worked it back and forth for a moment, getting himself slick, before sliding in. This time Canith let out a much louder moan, feeling the penetration soothing the impatience.

Tyco began thrusting, and Canith could do nothing but make a contrast to Will. Where he had length and girth on Tyco, the latter had energy and a knack for hitting all the right spots. It only took a minute for Tyco to build up to an almost blistering speed, pounding Canith's cunt constantly. Unlike his experience earlier, Tyco was also rubbing his clit with the coarse fur of his groin, adding another sensation to the whole. However, then something strange happened. He was enjoying the rough sex, and still felt his climax a ways away, when Tyco came. It was an impressive load, quickly coating Canith's insides with rabbit cum. But the whole time, Tyco never stopped thrusting. It was like he didn't even know he had came.

This, combined with the rabbit now plowing through Canith's juices and his own, seemed to jump the feelings up quite a bit. Then Tyco pulled another trick, and shifted his stance slightly. Instead of direct thrusts, he instead was hitting a few inches inside Canith, then sliding along the walls of his pussy. This, of course, was hitting his g spot mercilessly, and the added pressure and friction, even with all the cum, quickly spiraled his pleasure out of control. It wasn't a cliff this time, it was a wave. It roared up in his ears, cresting with Canith riding it as just a passenger, and crashed down on him with a vengeance. And didn't stop.

Tyco grinned as Canith's eyes rolled back into his head, constantly spasming along his length. He kept thrusting, getting close to his second orgasm. He always knew he had a hair trigger first shot, but had the stamina to plow through it, much to the surprise of his lovers. He could go sometimes three or four times usually before the refractory period hit, and had the 'ladies' nearly mindless by that point usually.

For Canith, thought became meaningless as the pleasure just kept coming. He floated on a sea of it, and dimly felt Tyco tense slightly as his second orgasm hit. For Canith though, if he had experienced multiple orgasms, he couldn't tell. They all rolled together, unrelenting, until, the world itself faded to darkness.

Tyco looked down, about twenty minutes later, at the mess he had made. Canith's crotch was coated with several layers of cum, both theirs and Tyco's. The rabbit chuckled, and lifted the other lid, which held a pair of water bottles and a damp wash cloth. He took a long pull from one of the bottles, then used the cloth to clean up most of the mess. With that done, he heard a slight beep. He frowned.

The tablet was one linked to the ship, and never gave an alert unless it was an emergency. He opened the message, paled, then chuckled a bit. He slowly managed to get Canith to become semi lucid, and helped him to dress and escorted him back to his room. It wasn't for Tyco's sake, but Canith's. That message had been pretty important, but he had gotten early warning from it due to needing to do a bit of prep in the kitchen for the following day. He looked at it one more time, then set an alarm for about 5 hours, and headed off to sleep amongst the sex scented sheets, well satiated and satisfied that he had left the hybrid dragon in a very similar state.

_ Warning---Warning---Warning _

_ Distress signal received from friendly station on current route. Tiamat will be detouring to give aide. General Alert will be broadcasted at 0600 ship time, Galley, Engine, and general crew that hold non-standard hours are receiving this alert at approx. 2300 ship time to either begin initial prep for combat conditions or to be ready to be activated for combat conditions. _

_ General advisory for any rated for use of K-Blades or in offensive or defensive use of EC. _

_ ~A.I. Dagon, per Capt. Kai _