Chapter LXXXVI: Being Left Out Isn't Fun -Dragon

The blue creature rolled over in the bed, sighing as she woke up.
'What a weird dream...' she thought, opening her eyes to find a short blue monster staring at her.
"ARGH!" She exclaimed, trying to get up.
"Uh, hi... my name's Nehn Ehm... you may call me NM though." The blue creature said. Dragon stared at it in interest, and without changing her puzzled expression, replied; "I'm Dragon..." as she reached over to shake its hand. She wasn't sure what gender it was, and felt she might insult it by asking. "Did you see where Markior went?" She inquired.
"No, I haven't see him, I'm just as clueless as you are."
"Not quite..." Dragon said in an almost annoyed tone. "Could you please inform me of where we are and why we're here?"

~*v*~

MN had explained as much as he knew to Dragon, and when mentioning the people, he was quite surprised she knew them.
"Vector? Vector Sprint?"
"Um, yes."
"Multex? Prism?"
"...And also Lich who's currently g-"
"LICH IS HERE TOO?!?" NM was startled at her sudden reaction.
"..... Yes, he is with Vector. I have a feeling that is where everyone has headed."
"Without me?" She cried as a Zealot walked by. Heaving off the bed, she shuffled over to it and asked, "Where has everyone gone?" It replied in a matter-of-fact tone,
"They have gone in search of Vector Sprint and Lich Yoshi." Dragon looked back at NM, who in turn shrugged his shoulders and commented flatly,
"Thought as much."
Dragon appeared at the entrance of the Nexus to view the Protoss city before her. Approaching a Dragoon, she walked clear around it, and leaned on one of its legs, when it retracted it, making her lose her balance and fall.
Quickly gazing around and brushing herself off, she tried talking to the Dragoon.
"Ssssooo... you're a Dragoon, right?"
"Yes."
".... And is Markior a good leader?"
"Yes."
"Um, do you... like....... chocolate?"
The Dragoon paused.
"-I'm sorry, I do not know the meaning of chocolate."
"Oh, right, err, well then... what do you like to eat?"
"I do not eat."
"Ooooookay, it's been cool talking to you..."
"I'm sorry, I do not know the meaning of the word 'cool' in that context-"
"BYE!" Dragon blurted out as she wandered away in a zigzag pattern, feeling a little light-headed. NM appeared behind her.
"I really don't think you should be walking around..."
"I'm fine! Don't tell me what to do!" She snapped back. NM looked almost hurt.
"Ok, suit yourself..." he replied as he walked back inside the Nexus.
While Dragon stumbled about, she looked up, and grinned.
There above her, was a Protoss Shuttle, hovering with a slight hum. Heading over to the Nexus once again, she opened a communication link with it. She had an idea. Snapping her fingers, she pointed to the robotics factory. "I want you to put boosters on that thing and heavier armour."
"I do not take orders from you, you are not the Executor." The shuttle's pilot replied. Dragon grumbled and thought. Clearing her throat, she slyly imitated Markior's voice.
"Do as you are told. Dragon is allowed to ask for things, not just me." The voice on the transmission sounded surprised.
"Sir? You are back already? I didn't see you come-"
"Well, you must look harder then! No one must come into my base without being seen!"
"Sorry, sir." The voice said. "Giving shuttle scout technology..."
The craft flew over to the factory and went inside, ready for 'souping up'.
"That was bad..." someone said behind her. Dragon turned to find NM there. She grinned mischievously.
"I know, I know... but they are not leaving me behind!" She walked away and sat down, flicking through a magazine she found on a table nearby, 'Protoss Life'. NM was still standing there, and said,
"Well, I'm coming, right?" Dragon flapped the magazine down and rolled her eyes.
"No, you're going to be a prisoner here and clean the toilets."
"When I first saw you, I thought you were the kind of species that had the decency and matureness that everyone seems to lack here..."
"I have my days." She simply said with a sigh.
"Oh, ok then..."
She grinned.

~*v*~

A few hours and a whole stack of food later, there was a beep and a message coming through. "Shuttle upgrade complete."
"Perfect..." Dragon said to nobody in particular, and jumped up from her position lying down on the floor amongst a mountain of food wrappers, banana skins and apple cores. Feeling refreshed, she skipped over to the control board and pressed a button to talk.
"Load up a Dragoon and three Zealots. We're going.... uhh..." She turned to NM. "Which way did they go?" He shrugged, his face giving the impression he was thinking 'How should I know?'. Pondering, she ignored the pilot of the shuttle calling out for the rest of the order and searched for a map.
"Map, map map map..... THEY DIDN'T LEAVE ANYTHING?" Tossing things around, she gave up, flailed her arms in the air and ran around.
"Map! Need a map!" NM watched her curiously and then chuckled.
"If I was a ball of smoke, where would I put a map... What are you laughing at?" NM grinned to make the corners of his mouth dimple.
"Ask an observer-"
"An observer!" The Darikuri cried, smacking her head. "Of course!" Running over to the communication link, she asked, "Which way did the group go?"
The observer beeped, and displayed a map of a barren area, leading into a desert. There was a green line that ran through one spot, and reading the legend at the bottom of the screen, knew this was the route the group took.
"Alright, ready to go?" She turned to NM.
"Yep, sure am."

~*v*~

With the shuttle loaded up, the Darikuri turned to the group of soldiers. Giving them orders, NM asked,
"Why didn't you just use a scout? You don't need a shuttle..."
"We need psi power. Who knows who we'll run into," she replied whilst getting in herself. NM hopped in quickly with his red guitar as she kicked out the pilot and turned the engines on, setting the boosters for maximum thrust as they shot away, a faint yell of glee heard from the ground where they had taken off.
Inside the shuttle, Dragon was flying it as best she could, narrowly missing scattered objects along the way, when NM said over the din of the panicked soldiers:
"... I need to pee."