This is my first written fanfic ever(and it naturally goes to follow that this is my first written OLS fic). Please R&R.

As another note, I only saw about four or five episodes of OLS when it was on Toonami, and all other knowledge I have of the show comes from what I've read in other OLS fanfics on this site. This means two thing: 1. I don't know which things written by other fanfic authors about the history of characters and other things comes from their own minds and which come from the actual series; 2. If I take anyone's ideas about these things, it is a complete accident, and I would prefer that someone tells me so I can right my wrong and give credit where it is due.

Legal Disclaimer: I don't own Outlaw Star, any of the characters from Outlaw Star, and I don't intend to claim ownership for anything but my one definably original character (Drakeem Sraconid) and the general ideas of this storyline.

Outlaw Star: Drakeem Sraconid of the Dragon

'by Draco Serpens'

Ch.1=The Dragon

I sat in the bar, listening to the Ctarl Ctarl around me, pretending to get a little drunk so they would pay me no mind as I listened to them pass rumors and secrets around. They thought I was just a regular Terran. I certainly should have mastered the look after almost 400 years of working on it. 400 years. Wow, I've almost forgotten how long I used to think that was. Along with the thought comes the memory of why I've lived so long and am still so young.

flashback begins

"Docter Gren, are you certain that we should do this to such a.... young specimen?"

I looked out of the tank to see many people in lab coats hurriedly dashing around, preparing for what was about to be done to me. Two of the people I always assumed were in charge were arguing over me and if I was the right one for this.

"Of course we should. All the data says that he'll be the most strongly effected for our purposes. Besides, a young mind will be more pliable to our will."

"Yes, I know, but if it fails we won't ever get another shot. These four Tablets of the Dragon will disintegrate once we release their powers into the tank for him to absorb. We need more data before..."

"Yes. I understand, but if we follow that logic we'll never get to doing this. There's no guarantee that anyone this receptive will ever show up again. Sometimes, in science, we have to take risks."

As I watched, the last man to speak turned to one of the technicians at the consoles and gave some kind of signal. I think it was the go-ahead. The four tablets in the four tanks around mine began to glow, each one a different color from the rest. The glow from the tablets seems to become a liquid, and flows from their tanks through tubes into my tank. As the glows pour into me, it feels as if I'm being torn apart from the inside out. Not being able to stand the pain at only ten years old, I blacked out.

flashback ends

I'm jostled out of my flashback by the voice of the bartender, another Ctarl Ctarl.

"You want to share what's on your mind, Mr. Sraconid? Or maybe you'd like to get another one..."

I thought for a moment before answering. "No, just give me another one."

He slid me another drink, just the kind I like. It looks like it packs more alcohol then it really does. The Ctarl Ctarls in the bar never look close enough to notice, though. All the easier to eavesdrop on them. Hmmm... They're still not talking about anything that interests me. I'll have to wait for them to drink enough to loosen there lips a little more. Where were my thoughts, again?

Oh. The lab. I remember waking up, real bad memory. I just came to, and my conscious mind didn't know how to keep the human form with the power of the dragons in it, so I immediately changed into a dragon form. The room wasn't big enough, let alone the tank. As my body expanded, some of my scales pushed through and by a large condensed energy tank. The explosion that followed left nothing but a crater of the lab. I was unscathed.

I was also highly disoriented. My body moved in ways it couldn't before. In a confused daze, my wings took me to flight, and soon I left the atmosphereless moon, somehow holding my breath until I entered the atmosphere of the planet it was orbiting. It was then that I received a real shock.

I wasn't breathing - and I didn't need to at all. It was an amazing revelation. Unfortunately, it surprised me so much that I left my stupor- and my wings stopped flapping. It was only when I was about half-way down that I realized that I had to use my wings to slow the fall. Fortunately, I managed to prevent impact between me and the planet. Especially a good thing for the city I would have crashed into. It was a close call, though.

I'm pulled out of my thoughts by the nearby mention of a Terran name I know should ring a bell with me.

"Yeah, Gene Starwind and Aisha's other friends came home with her to visit. Aisha got homesick, y'know."

That voice belongs to Kiros ClanClan, Aisha's uncle on her father's side. If he says it is so, then it must be true. Gene Starwind- his name rings a bell in my mind, and I pay the bartender what is due him before I head out.

I wander the streets, planning to eventually cross paths with Aisha's home before the night was through. Making a clean shot at it would have been too obvious for my style anyways. This way I can continue to reminisce while I walk.

It took me two years after my landing on that planet to learn how to take a more human form. In the meantime I had learned to fly through space, since I didn't need to breathe unless I wanted to talk and a spaceship would have cost too much anyways. I sort of took up bounty hunting to make money for food. Lunis, the light dragon part of me, insisted that we spread the ways of justice. Inanise, my dark dragon part, just wanted to rip apart their ships and kill them. Not them specifically, he would have been just as happy with innocent children. What can I say- he's evil. Brakren, having originally been a philosophical dragon, said that we shouldn't kill them because they might yet serve some greater good for the universe. Brakren always thinks deeply about all the decisions we make. Sometimes, though, I think he thinks too much and acts too late. Korta, the dragon of power, is my dominant personality after the split. He's the relatively innocent one, doesn't like killing or doing anything disturbing because it just isn't like him.

The original memory of the four dragons was lost when they put their power into the four tablets, but their way of thinking wasn't. When they entered me, the contrast between them kept them as seperate parts of my personality. All the evil of my heart went into Inanise, all the sense of justice went into Lunis, all the deep thoughts went into Brakren, but because I lacked the lust for power that the original Korta had, he became my innocence. All the remaining traits sort of remained common ground for the four. Yet, I lost all my memories of anything before the operation before they entered me.

It always amazes me, how much I've longed to remember again those first ten years of my life even though I've lived 40 times that time since then. It's like my meaning, my purpose in life, is contained in those ten years. Or maybe I just want to see my parents. Know that they loved me. Once upon a time...

I pushed the thoughts aside, reminding myself that the evil of Inanise only draws more strength from my pain. I pushed ahead in my memories to try and take my mind off of such sentimental thoughts. I thought about when I trained in the arts of Tao magic, eventually becoming greater at it than anyone else alive. Only because I've lived so long and Brakren's analysis yielded more and more good ideas. Eventually, I learned how to build castors and castor shells. I've got castor shells I made with my dragons' powers. Their the most powerful in the universe. Eventually, I developed an immunity to the effects of all castor shells, including the ones that just sort of suck you up.

Because of my great power, the humans, who at the time I lived amongst, asked for my aid in their war against the Ctarl Ctarl. For a brief time, I did. Until I realized that the Ctarl Ctarl were just like me in some ways. Then I just left the battlefields and planet-hopped. On one planet I made a very good friend.

Until we both fell in love with the same girl. I got her heart first, and she was dating me. I didn't know why she suddenly left me for him- until I heard the rumor. My 'friend' had apparently been passing word to my girlfriend that I had been cheating on her. When he used his photography skills to alter some photos of me to prove it, she left me for someone who she thought was more honorable- him.

Inanise might not care about anyone else, but his link with me made him feel my pain, and he knew where my rage was aimed. He took over, overwhelming me and taking control of my body. Then it became his body, his human form. He killed both of them. I didn't mean for that to happen, I didn't want it to happen. It was like being tied up in the first mate's chair and watching an usurper in the captain's chair, ruthlessly shooting down your family's ship. It was so much pain...

"Yo! Get out of my way, puny Terran!"

I let the large Ctarl Ctarl toss me to the side, and I took to the landing like it hurt. Showing off my power when I was in human form would have made it difficult to continue the guise of being a mere Terran here. Still, after thinking about such an emotionally painful event, it was very tempting to fight back. I even thought I felt Inanise stir from his sleep within me. I calmed myself while I feigned injury.

After he had passed me, I got up, deciding to head towards the ClanClan residence a little more directly. As I walked, I tried to remember why I came to the Ctarl Ctarl home planet to live after I was able to look fully Terran. I remember wanting to be with people who could possibly understand me and my power to transform, but I don't know why. I didn't want friends anymore.

Friends were a problem when you were going to live as long as I was. Even if nothing unnatural killed them, they would still die with time. I on the other hand, had been around for 400 years(+10) and had only aged eight years. Here I was, invulnerable, invincible, practically immortal, yet I cowered in fear at the loss of friends, a loss that I only saw one way to protect myself from- don't get friends, don't lose friends.

I finally stood at the door the ClanClan residence. It had been a while since I last visited this unusually friendly family. I hope they still remember me. They should. It's been less than a year.

Before I can raise my fist to knock, Mrs. ClanClan opens the door. She must have heard my approach. She smiled at me in her friendly manner.

"Hello, Mr. Sraconid. It has been quite a while since you've came for a visit. Rella will be very pleased to see you again."

On the inside I winced, thinking of the girl with such a crush on me. Although, I should be rightfully calling her a woman. She was both old enough and mature enough to deserve it. I hid the wince behind a smile when I spoke.

"It would please me to see her as well, but I need to know something. To be honest, earlier I overheard a conversation in which it was mentioned that a certain Terran was visiting here. Tell me, please, is Gene Starwind here?"

"Yeah, he is. Who wants to know?" the voice came from behind Mrs. ClanClan. It was a Terran voice.

As soon as she stepped to the side, I saw him. And I suddenly remembered why the name of Gene Starwind was so familiar. He had made it to the Galactic Leyline and back out with his crew. I smiled as warmly as I could at him as I stepped in.

"Mr. Starwind, I hear you're an outlaw, a man for hire with one of the best crews in the galaxy. There is a business proposition I have to make, something only you could possibly help me with."

"Why is that?"

He looks skeptical. Best to be completely honest with him.

"It has to do with the Galactic Leyline."

I spoke it softly, but the effect it had on those within earshot was so great you'd think I must have shouted it. Mrs. ClanClan stood with a look of shock on her face, Gene had taken a step back with surprise engraved in his body language, and Rella nearly tripped over herself in the middle of running towards me. I put on my business face and got ready to push forward with my newly forming plan.

=to be Continued...=

Yeah, I know first-person POV isn't too popular. I don't plan on making the chapters that follow in the first person (unless those who review ask me to continue like this). If anyone knows of a website with more information on the OLS series, please let me know. Also, let me know if I'm doing something that cannot be done in the OLS universe or if the characters from the series become OOC. Thanks for reading and please review. I need your input to get better at this.