Inside the ship at the Raxulon City shipyard hangar, Daenerys was met with a heart-wrenching sight. Her beloved dragon, Drogon, was cruelly restrained in the cold metal claws of a ship. The magnificent creature couldn't move an inch and had been silenced with a brutal muzzle to prevent it from breathing fire. Daenerys gasped in horror as she approached Drogon.
"Oh, Drogon, what did that awful man do to you?" She whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of anger and sorrow. The dragon, his eyes filled with recognition and relief, let out a low, purr-like growl in response to her presence.
Daenerys gently rested her hand on Drogon's massive neck, trying to offer him comfort. "I am going to get you out of here," she promised, her determination shining in her eyes.
Searching for a way to release her dragon, Daenerys examined the ship's interior, her mind racing. She desperately looked for any control or mechanism that could free Drogon from the metal restraints. However, her initial attempts were in vain.
Stepping back in front of Drogon, she took a deep breath and assessed her options. Her gaze shifted to her blaster holstered at her waist. An idea formed in her mind. She took out her blaster and aimed it at the latches of the locks that held Drogon captive.
"I have a way to get you out, but this might hurt a little," Daenerys said, her voice filled with regret as she aimed at the locks. "I will try my best not to hit you directly."
She fired precise shots at each of the latches, breaking them free one by one. Some of her shots hit Drogon's restraints, causing him to growl in pain. Daenerys was quick to finish the task, and as the last chain fell away, Drogon shook himself, stretching his wings and standing tall within the confines of the ship.
With his chains gone, Drogon let out a triumphant roar, spreading his wings to their full span. The ship's interior was spacious enough for him to move comfortably. The dragon then lowered himself, presenting his back to Daenerys.
Daenerys couldn't hide her joy as she strode up to Drogon, her face beaming. "I am so glad to have you back," she whispered as she tenderly petted and nuzzled Drogon's snout.
The connection between the Mother of Dragons and her loyal companion was undeniable. Daenerys climbed onto Drogon's back, gripping his scaled neck firmly. "Let's get out of here," she said, her voice filled with determination. "We have some people to help."
Amidst the escalating battle in front of the Senate building, the Jedi, clone troopers, and droids were locked in a fierce and seemingly unwinnable conflict. Anakin, Obi-Wan, and Captain Rex were gradually being overwhelmed by the ever-increasing numbers of droids pouring in from the city.
Desperation was starting to set in as blaster bolts whizzed by, and exhaustion took its toll on the trio. Anakin, his voice laden with urgency and concern, yelled out to Obi-Wan, seeking any sign of hope. "Where is she? Where is Daenerys?" Anakin's voice reverberated through the chaos.
Before Obi-Wan could respond, a thunderous explosion echoed from a distance, and all heads turned in its direction. The deafening roar that followed sent shockwaves through the battlefield. Emerging from the plume of smoke and debris was Drogon. Daenerys perched atop the dragon's back, expertly steering and commanding the majestic creature.
Rex, Anakin, and Obi-Wan stood in awe as Drogon soared through the skies above the city, making a powerful and awe-inspiring entrance. "Is that...?" Rex began, his words trailing off as he watched the incredible sight unfold.
Anakin's eyes widened with recognition and disbelief. "Yes, Rex, yes it is."
Daenerys skillfully guided Drogon in a wide circle around the Senate building, showcasing her control over the dragon's immense power and getting a sense of the land. Then, she directed Drogon to land in front of the building, crushing droids beneath his massive feet.
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Flames of Fate {Daenerys x Anakin Story}
Romance"Stepping up behind her, Anakin took on the role of her instructor. His close proximity made Daenerys blush slightly as he gently guided her hands into the correct position to hold the blaster. She allowed him to adjust her grip, realizing the pract...
