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       The Dragonrider. [Story]
       By: NozzIvix Date: December 8, 2013, 10:10 pm
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       The massive fireball rocketed through the Palaven sky, seemingly
       on a collision course with the crowd gasping below. At the last
       moment, it swung upwards, manifesting into a massive, serpentine
       Dragon. The fiery monster roared, spewing more fire into the
       air. "Down boy!" A voice rang out, and the creature span and
       writhed, trying to buck off the small speck that clung to its
       back, despite the fact that it was on fire. It carved amazing
       geometric patterns into the air, to the cheers from the crowd,
       before dive bombing into the stage and exploding, sending
       fireworks zooming into the air and exploding themselves. As the
       flames on the stage dissipated, A Quarian was revealed, clad in
       black with fiery red decals. He took a bow as the curtains fell
       to thunderous applause.
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       Backstage, Zo'Zixx rubbed his neck as he walked towards Merri'Za
       and Kogath, the oldest members of his troupe. The Krogan barked
       out a laugh, then slapped the magician on the back. "Well done,
       little one!" he smiled. "You looked like a thresher wrangler up
       there."
       "I do my best to impress." He said with a smile, brushing at
       burns on the suit's fabric. "Though I think we should take
       better atmospheric readings next time, there was a lot more
       Hydrogen in the air than we were prepared for."
       "That's why I told you not to do the Dragon!" Merri cried out,
       her red and white suit was Vibrant by Quarian Standards, but
       rather dull next to her boss'. "We put on this Charity Event at
       the last minute, and I specifically told you not to do the
       Dragonrider!" beneath her mask she was blushing, but unlike her
       boss, her helmet was opaque.
       "Hey, I thought the Turian War Orphans needed money." He said
       with a shrug. "That display should have loosened quite a few
       wallets. And it's strange that you worry about me, Merri. I
       remember when I had to worry about you." he began to walk back
       to his 'trailer' for lack of a better word. An overly large
       shuttle filled with costume changes and tinkering tools. "Oh,
       and call up the Insteenos on the Citadel? I think I need a new
       flame-suit, with stronger flame resistance this time." he called
       over his shoulder.
       "Hard to imagine where we used to be, isn't it?" Kogath said
       when the Magician left.
       "That it is." Merri replied. "I don't think he's grown up at all
       though."
       "Is that why you haven't told him yet?" The Krogan said,
       prodding.
       "Shut up Kogath!" She yelled, the blush returning to her face.
       "I can tell you're blushing under there you know." He said with
       a smile. "And you might want to try asking him, before his
       'backstage pass' numbers reach quadruple digits."
       Merri walked off in a huff. Neither of them have changed, not in
       the least.
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