Name: Admiral **** Daydream "four-star daydream" is his actual name.

Gender: Male, pan

Age/DOB: Unknown, 'adult' appears mid-30s to mid-40s; immortal; Created in 1982

Origin/Species: Imperium Space / Humanish (it's unclear whether he's entirely Human since he is listed as 'Humanoid Alien' on MoM)

Family: Brother (much younger) Capt. Ian Arnold, yes that means his real last name is likely Arnold, but he had it officially changed when he got to four-star status...; not married, but he probably has plenty of kids scattered around the Imperium as well as Guide Space, and if he's lucky he'll find more partners in other spots...

Other: He is actually quite attractive even if he does kinda reek of weed or clove ciggies, and as such he's been approached by all manner of hot chicks; likes it 'nasty'

Height: indistinctly around 6' tall with the hair, though he doesn't look that tall, and it's probably closer to 5'10" if he doesn't have that hair all the way up

Weight: his build is 'wide shouldered', he has a narrow waist and somewhat short legs, but is also ridiculously shredded under that outfit somehow

Hair: red, super fluffy and pretty, with gel it'll stay there forever like that, but it hardly ever dips even if he hasn't styled it recently

Eyes: ... yeah he has eyes, what of it? They're always behind the glasses. Yes he does remove them, but only when it's too dark to see. His eyes are bloodshot blue

Appearance: medium-jaundice-yellow-tinted skin that bronzes incredibly well, he's very, very tanned actually; prefers casual bellbottom dress slacks with boots, under his more formal silvery white high shouldered uniform shirt. He always does have his rank bars on, unless he's swimming or working out without a shirt - however you'll note that those 'rank bars' are actually 'musical notes'... He carries his ciggies and his smokes (they're different after all) at all times, and does clearly have a scent that you could track him even as a human. He has a softer voice overall than you'd expect, but he can shout orders if needed, too

Notes: His theme music is Pink Floyd's MONEY, and he represented the Many o Me Tarot's King of Cups, the St Paddy's Day holiday rep; also listed as 'having probably also commissioned the Many o Me Gathering' with live music

Image Credits: Lethe, around 1984ish

Genetic Abilities: he has been smoking since he was 12 and has never once shown any signs of being ill from it, though he does cough now and again with a good hit... He's immortal, and probably also able to breed with humanoids of any particular background. Also... He is a Genrehopper or a teleporter at the very least, highly likely that his constant imbibing makes his 'dreamy' imagination actually move him...

Enhancements or Augmentations: has shades that act as augmented reality screens, and he can get information scrolling on them; also has the normal Imperium and now Guide-verse implanted communication unit that translates

After walking for what seemed like days, Axarr and her companions took a rest.

It had in fact only been about a thirty minute hike through the woods of this unusual backwater planet they'd crashed upon. Away from their ship, as it turned out, thirty minutes was quite a distance and led to a spectacular view.

Four-Star put his hand up over his forehead, and ground his jaw around.

"Looks like something's alive down there," he grunted. "But what?"

"It's got to be something big," said Weebie. "See the size of that ... um, nest thing?"

"Down there?" Axarr said, and squinted with her good eye. The patch over the other eye didn't help when it came to things like this. Naturally. Since she'd lost her eye decades before and to unhappy circumstances, her vision never quite recovered.

She jolted when Four-Star nudged her with his sharp elbow. "Dragons," he said. "They're dragons living here."

"And people, but not so many." Weebie gasped. Her furry muzzle was trembling, trying to distinguish scent from scent. She didn't have to do it for long. Moments later, a large red flying dragon came up from the forest, and strafed them.

The trio went diving for cover, then came back up when they reailzed that the dragon was simply flapping, hovering nearby. Axarr, being the aggressive and outgoing type, turned and spoke first.

"Take us to your leader!" She bellowed.

**I am the leader, here,** spoke the dragon, his mind a careful mess of flames and wisdom. **You will continue down this path, and then perhaps you will explain why that craft of yours has continued to rot where it lays.**

"Hey!" Axarr shouted, "that ship has been in my family for three generations!"

**It shows,** the ancient dragon grumbled with half an air of bemusement. **Perhaps I should contact that other space traveler. She will be able to help you. Her dragon Zulda comes for you now.**

Within moments, a green faced dragon poked her head from a nearby furrow in the ground. She was not a tremendously large dragon, but large enough that the trio of travelers could walk behind her in the tunnel she'd dug.

The tunnel was lined with small gleaming plants. Four-Star took one of them down, examining it carefully, and then popped it into his mouth.

"Tastes bright, like starcakes." He said, and his red hair dangled into his face. He had to actually remove his sunglasses while they walked, since it was really quite dark in the tunnel.

At long last, they got to the end of the tunnel, which led into a small but comfortable seeming cavern. There by the exit, sat a familiar four-armed green-brown haired hitch hiker.

"Woodie? Woodstock?" Yelled Four-Star. "Pal! Babe!"

"F-... Four-Star Daydream, does my eye decieve me?" Woodie stood and brushed the dirt from her hands.

(Axarr muttered, 'I think she lost her eye to keep up with my style, eywot?' but Weebie only shook her head and rolled her eyes. She had both hers.)

"Well, this is quite a surprise. They said something about a star falling a couple days ago. Yours?" She thumbed toward their ship, which had in fact fallen from the sky rather like a rock. The trio nodded.

Four-Star stood in awe, at the entrance of the cavern. Outside, there were plants of every description and small shrapes or young dragons wandering among them.

"Do you like the garden? Zulda made it for them. We get our food from her ability to breathe life into things..." Woodstock said, holding out her hand and plucking a bright fruit from a branch. She handed it to Four-Star. "You'll like it. It's sweet."

He bit into the fruit, enjoying the juice. The women then started chattering among themselves. Four-Star however found his attention going to the dragons. They were of three main colors, and seemed to have either sprouted wings, legs or a long body. Some rolled along on no legs, a couple danced into the air.

"Wow..." he breathed. "They're cool..."

"You could probably help one hatch," Woodie said, turning her attention to him. Though it looked like she was more interested in carrying on her conversation with the girls, she stood near the red-headed Space Admiral, and pointed to the ancient Kailan. The red dragon they had met before.

"Speak to him about it. He's really a sweet heart but he'll look over everything you do with a careful eye."

Four-Star walked respectfully with care around the topiary and plants, and then nodded to the large red dragon. "Woodstock said to speak to you about this. I don't really know what to ask."

**You would contribute to our wyrms growth?** Asked the Bishen. **Though you are odd, you also have a kind, caring spirit. Would you like to see how the eggs grow?**

With excitement, Four-Star followed the dragon as he went through the explanations that Woody was in fact giving her girlfriends back at the cavern. Each stage of growth, and then the wonderous breath weapon they would recieve upon adulthood, or becoming a Bishen.

"That's... really cool..." Four-Star said, nodding. "I'd like that, if I could... Really. Maybe we can teach the dragons here to reach the stars, right? Not to mention they could probably help fix the engines..."

Name: Tuzkigyo (8/28/01)
Caretaker: Four Star Daydream
Gender: ...BOY!
Type: Arboreal (9/5/01)
Stage: ... Bishen! (Shrape 9/5/01) ((Wyrm, 8/28/01))

"You got a boyeeeee!" Woodstock squealed, as she jumped up and down near FourStar. He looked at her with a bit of confusion.

"... And you can tell this?"

"Yeah, by looking at the egg! It's a green egg."

The redhead nodded, and huddled over the egg, carefully. "You just ignore her. She's a little high energy for me. You know? I'm sure you do."

FourStar wasn't certain, but he thought he heard a little peck at the inside of the egg, as if in response. Beaming with pride like a new father, he looked around at the girls, and let them giggle. He was known to talk to himself most of the time anyway. This way, at least, he'd have someone else to actually be there to speak at.

The little wyrm which crept from the egg not too much later was a brilliant deep crimson color. Four-Star was very pleased. The little creature did his level best not to roll onto his side or nose dive into the soft dirt near their hut. Woodstock still resided in the darkened cavern but Four-Star had chosen to live near the edge of it, outside, in a small hut he and Axarr had helped build.

It was light and sunny when the red Wyrm blinked his big black eyes up at Four-Star. He squealed loudly, demanding food, and the red-head obliged. Under the strict care of the Kailan, FourStar fed and cared for the newly hatched wyrm until he fell asleep again.

"He's ... so cute. And strong. I can even feel how strong he is already." Four-Star said. "Tuzkigyo," he said.

**What did you call him?** asked the Kailan. He pushed his huge head down over the starfaring man and his newly hatched wyrm.

"Tuzkigyo. Fire snake. Japanese, Hungarian. He's a little hot wyrm. He'll be stronger than you, some day, old boy!" Four-Star grinned up at the Kailan but got no great bellow of anger.

It might just be true. Tuzkigyo wriggled out of Four-Star's grasp and headed toward the high point on the hill near the huts and caverns. There, he aimed a look at the starship where Weebie and Woodstock were working, then looked directly at the sun.

"Don't do that," Four-Star muttered, as he gathered his new friend up into his arms again, "you'll blind yourself."

But when he looked at the little red guy, the sun almost shone right out of those dark eyes, like stars themselves.

"So this is a Shrape..." Muttered Axarr. She grunted, and turned to Woodstock, who was grinning from ear to ear.

"And he's so handsome!" She gleefully stated. Her four arms hugged at the red winged Shrape, who looked at his caretaker Four-Star with a bit of unease.

"It's okay, Tuzkigyo. She's that weird auntie I told you about when you were little. They've been away making... what, making plants grow?"

"Every barren season. There's lots of crops to make. Aren't there Zulda?" Woodstock waved at her green burrowing Bishel, who wiggled her way back under the ground. It looked as if Tuz was about to do the same. Instead, he took flight and lept into the air, flaping his young wings furiously. That dislodged Woodstock and she lauged while falling on her butt.

"He's not remarkably social, I'm afraid..." Four-Star claimed. "But he's kept up working with me on the ship. It's almost ready to test."

The Shrape had helped during the hot months of the summer, to bang out the dents in the hull of the ship, to tightly weld parts back together that had come undone (with his very strong tail, or gripping them with his jaws, he so wanted to heat them up, yet couldn't quite do that yet).

"I think soon Tuzkigyo will want to see how those engines work," Four-Star said, "they're still warm. Of course, that's the radiation. I think he can take it though. I mean, he's still a hot one!"

Woodstock stood watching, with Axarr on one side and Weebie on the other, as their red-headed companion assisted his red Shrape to the Shantel. Woodstock explained what the cerimony would be doing, but it largely went over the heads of the pair. They were entranced by the wonderful gathering of Tuzkigyo's egg-mates.

"Now it'll get interesting!" Woodstock gleefully bounced. They were not allowed very near, so they didn't hear much of what the elder Kailan approached and settled the group of young adult Bishel.

"See, he's asked the group to relax and calm down..." Woodstock narrated. "Now he'll give each Shrape their special object of power. Remember the one that my Zulda uses..."

First was a wonderful shell object, given to a water-specialist. The next one was a flier, and even though it soared through the air quite gracefully, when it got the special item it almost seemed to float!

Next was a Bishen awarded something that Zulda and Woodstock appreciated, which obviously gave a powerful natural magic. Then an item was given to a green flier. A firey sparkling gift went to the last female. Then, it was Tuz's turn!

"I wonder what it is?" Woodstock whispered. The object was dark, very dark indeed. By the time Four-Star and Tuzkigyo got themselves up to the ridge where the big starship rested, they were both seemingly pleased with themselves.

"So?" Woodstock demanded, "what is it? What did he get?"

"It's called an Obsidian Mass," Four-Star said, as Tuz lifted it above their heads, "it's very rare and very powerful." He smiled broadly, "just like my Tuzkigyo."

"What's it do?" Axarr asked, finally interested in the goings on."

"It's going to help Tuz here become a starship engineer!" Four-Star laughed. Tuz's eyes lit up and the ship behind them suddenly came to life!

--Powers (added 2026) apparently with his Obsidian Mass, this will shape itself to any tool needed to work on the electronics and gear, functioning as an Omnitool even in the hands of his human companion. However it works just as easily in Tuz's mental grip, when he activates his metal shaping or electronic senses. Among the dragons from this breed, he is the only one who continues to reside with the group on the Caledrus later on once their old relic of a starship is docked permanently there.

--Lineage (added 2026) it is possible that Tuz has offspring as he and the other Bishen did participate in DragonSoul's Odd Frenzy, but since there is no official or available record of the hatching, and none of the hatchlings came with any parent info, it's impossible to say whether he has existing offspring. They would have fewer legs and only wings, so it's possible that Dione's black Souxxie is one of his, but not really likely as they don't look anything alike

2026

So much time had elapsed. But to the inhabitants of the Caledrus time was just yet another hurdle to slide under, jump over, move around, or vaporize in a cloud of particles. And each of them had done so with the gusto of newfound energy when they realized that their Bishen dragons were really more suited to a life in one place, their own place, and not tucked into a shell in outer space. They were all happier, even the grumpy ones, when they had a nice cave or their own pond, a woodland, or some sand dunes to play in. Thus the group of them - all of them - were brought to Planet Twenty. As a refuge for - and a former prison of - uplifted psionic Kin, they knew that this place was already well-defended by those Zekiran folks as well as all the powered furries living there. They'd fought off both Humans and the Incursion forces, and it was while they were fighting that last bit off that the Generals and Admirals of this original Imperium group realized... they could live here if they wanted, too.

But of course you can't keep explorers or warriors in one place too long. So it was to the surface and finding a place for them all that they went. Tuz scoped out a good spot for his own private lair, but it was 'the landing spot', because he wanted to keep closer track of his friend on their new explorations, and he doesn't live there except when they're visiting the others. This location is east of the 12 and 1 Cheetah tribe plateau, south of the Jracini and Egyptan Refuges, and pretty far west from the Zekiran mountain range and colony. Though other Kin and local creatures do live in this wide, high valley, the Bishen have carved out their own perimeter and keep it nice and tidy...

Oh look. On a daydreaming trip, 4Star wound up in what appeared to be a static-television of nothingness. Bits and bobs from his memories floated by - that one rock that he'd gotten so high from (well, it was a hash pipe carved out of a smooth oval stone not the stone itself), which he grabbed at and put into his hammerspace pocket; that one picture frame that his brother had made in art class out of driftwood and car parts, where had that thing gone? He hadn't seen it in a long time. That too went into his pocket space.

Whether he was in the Outside or the Void didn't make much difference, since they were effectively one in the same now that the Endings had merged a bit more with the Nexus. He'd been here before, it felt comfortable, like slowly sinking into a beanbag chair only it was you, you were the chair, slowly folding downwards into a slump one particle or bean at a time.

Leviathan and Misota watched him from somewhere he couldn't quite see, though honestly that was difficult because 4Star's perception was much more impressive than normal.

"I think he'd do well with that one," Levi said, and his fluffy-haired companion nodded with a giggle.

Dragon

Name: Mythopoeia ('Myth', myth OH pee uh)
Gender: Unclear, possibly both, because while you think 'male' from the colors, they're definitely 'gregarious and interested' in either gender of other dragons, and will answer to he, she, they/them, or "woah, man that's a dragon" equally
Size/Shoulder/Length: large, 15'4" s / 60' l / 80' ws
Colors: dusty grey-violet blue body and limbs, lighter on 'armor' parts and back, and solid on backs of wings; markings on belly, crest, and wingsails are lavender-blue white with mauve and purple, and indigo in that order of striping, with additional blue-violet and bright reflective gold, gold stars and speckles, gold claws and horns; face and body / tail armor is blue-violet with rich metallic teal aurora
Features: Nightwing Sandwing hybrid, dominated by Nightwing features but with that massive Sandwing tail stinger it's clear they're not entirely one breed; wings are solid on the outside and only show 4 internal fingers, no elbow spar which is unusual for the breed; big claws; external ears and back pointing conical horns, a jaunty slightly-ragged crest making it look like a hair style
Powers: Winged Flight
Teleportation, local (magic or strong psionic locale only), dream, Nexus
Telepathy and Verbal Speech
Strong Empathic Sense and Nudge
Hallucinogenic Breath Weapon
Extremely Potent But Not Deadly Stinger Venom
Parentage: below
Origin: adopted from and colors by Frigidbanshee on RonBeNapping lines, deviantart; WoF by Tui Sutherland
Other Info: Myth is extremely happy with their new arrangement, since they can experience dreams of aliens and far-distant worlds to see how they match up with humans and 'normies'

Lineage

Mates and Descendants