Hello again, for those who care: yes I might make a couple different stories for back stories, but until then your stuck with this thing. I know: it sucks. But hell, what would you do if your great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-grandson fell from the sky right in front of you on a dragon seven times the size of yours?

And yes all the dragons still have riders. I just haven't put up all their names. And why Archon has his name the engineers could never piece together, not even R'gent.

Disclaimer: Wouldn't it be cool if I did own the series? Probably not… I'd love the money though, rofl.

Chapter Two: Ancestors

The cold of between was heart stopping. That's what Norah always thought about it, her heart skipped beats whenever they jumped. She knew it would be the death of her if the war weren't. This jump seemed longer the others… Lylith? Is something wrong?

Her reply was hesitant, No, I know nothing is wrong but… I pictured the plains of Keroon. I still am. Norah felt her soul chill. Were they lost? If they were was it her fault? She had not visualized a location when they had made the jump. What do they do now?

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F'Lar watched as the last clumps of thread were seared from the sky. He had been fighting thread for years, and had accomplished many feats he was proud of. He looked over the wings of Benden weyr again. They were a great two hundred strong. He could spot Lessa from the Queen's wing thanks to Ramoth's size. He laughed to himself.

You OK? His life long friend asked. You've been silent for a while.

Don't worry my friend; I'm just remembering everything we've done in the past fifty years. He grinned as Mnemmenth scoffed. The wings were forming up for a jump back to Benden Weyr, there were hardly any wounded in this pass. Things would finally quite down some… Then he hard a loud echo, and a bright flash blurred his vision. Looking to where it came from he gasped in disbelief. Three titanic dragons plummeted to the earth. All covered in a glimmering metal. He easily noticed the green, witch was the smallest of the three, and a gold, whose skin was showing through the armor. Then he noticed the last was white, armor covering most of its body, and was obviously out cold. What on Pern?

First thing Norah registered was that Archon and R'gent were still out. Second thing was that they were out of between. Then she started having Lylith relay orders. Lylith! We got one shot at this! Have Aith take him by the wings; we'll grab his waist and chest!

Both dragons folded their wings back so they could catch up to the falling form, rotating about Archon like an aerial dance. Once they were in position, they latched on. Aith wrapped her claws around the wing joints that held them to the main body and Lylith wrapped her arms around Archon's chest and waist. Now! Heave! As one both the dragons thrust up. The change wasn't immediate and the strain was obvious. Carrying one's white, the weight of the armor, and another with armor was not easy. Norah fed what strength she could into her dragon. Then the form started to angle upward.

F'Lar watched as the events unfolded. The massive dragons fell at a unbelievable velocity. Yet, slowly but surely the angle of their decent changed, but far too slow. The three dragons collided with the ground; an impact that flung the green like a rag doll, and the gold end over end. The white one took the worst beating; it's armor disintegrated. The wings went limp and he rolled for a good mile, gouging out ditches and small chasms. The green collided with a stand of trees that stopped her from rolling far, and the gold crashed into several hills that did the same for her as the trees did for the green. All three were bleeding form the impact. Mnemmenth! Tell the dragons to tell their riders to split up and aid those three! We're going for the gold. The bronze replied and angled towards the fallen gold. Distractedly he noticed Lessa do the same with Ramoth. By the time they landed the gold was waking up, stumbling slightly. She didn't seem to notice the smaller dragons at first who were a fifth her size, but instead started looking around franticly.

F'Lar looked to Lessa, who walked over to him, "I think she's looking for her rider." At that moment the dragon bugled in relief and dipped her head to where her head was previously resting. She drew it out with a figure limply clinging to her snout, eyes whirling a worried orange. The riders who accompanied them followed as Lessa and F'lar made their way to the new rider, "You ok?"

Norah was sure her leg was broken, but what she wasn't sure of was if any of her ribs were. At the sudden query she spun around, leg screaming in protest. Falling to on knee she snatched out her arm blade and held it to the two figures in front of her. The blade aloud her to focus the telekinetic power she had from the bond with her dragon into a sharp blade that could cut nearly everything. Lylith had other ideas; she reached forward with a claw and pressed her hand down. Norah looked at her, "You trust them?"

She nodded; they have dragons… I did something I shouldn't have done before we jumped.

"What did you do?" The age-old query that had become seemingly a daily routine wither life partner brought a slight smile to her lips. But then the worry in her tone wiped it away.

I think I might have timed it…

Norah dropped her blade. "You what?"

Lessa watched the exchange intently. When the dragon said she had timed it Lessa nearly burst with outrage. "Timing it is forbidden!" she nearly screeched. F'Lar looked at her in bewilderment, as did the rest of the riders. The girl looked at her. She wasn't surprised that she could hear her dragon.

"You a Speaker?" When Lessa just looked at her with a confused expression she sighed, "Do you know how far back we timed it love?" The sad query for her dragon rankled Lessa. They hadn't meant to time it. The dragon replied with a weary no. The girl turned back to Lessa, "What time is this?"

She traded glances with F'lar before she answered. "This is the Ninth Pass of the Red Star." The girl stared at her, as did the dragon. She backed up until she bumped into her dragon's snout and fell to her knees.

"T-The ninth pass? No, no, no, no! We shouldn't be here!" The girl rounded on her dragon, "Lylith! How could you! How could we? No one has ever survived a jump thought time more then two thousand years! Yet we jumped over fourteen millennia! How will we ever get back? How are we supposed to keep the secrets from the future quite now? Any thing we can say could ruin everything!" She started crying, and seemed surprised she could. The latter only lasted a few seconds before she folded up and tangled her fingers into her hair. The gold turned to Lessa.

I'm sorry, but we had barely escaped a fight with our lives. We're soldiers; our task is to keep the New Breed out of trouble, Archon and R'gent. They are the only survivors of the experiment. Yet they have flaws, some well some bad. She shook her massive head and cradled her rider in her paws.

Lessa grimaced, "What are your names? And what is so special about Archon and R'gent?"

The dragon looked to her rider, who nodded slightly, "I guess the only thing we have to hope on is that no one remembers what we've said in the next fourteen millennia." The dragon gave a soft chuckle.

My name is Lylith: my rider is Norah. Lessa relayed the information for the other's benefit. Archon and R'gent are genetically enhanced soldiers; pretty much just weapons. Her eyes whirled slightly faster and changed colors indicating she thought differently. My rider has fallen in love with R'gent… And matter or what you say I love Archon and there's nothing any one can do about it. I will let him alone fly me and go between away from any other who thinks they can keep up with me.

The dragon scoffed and started rambling on to her self as Norah wiped away her tears and stepped up to F'lar and Lessa, "Sorry about crying. I know soldiers shouldn't cry at times like this, but I couldn't stop my self."

F'Lar laid a hand on her shoulder, "Its ok with us. We're just worried about you."

Norah gave a small smile. Then jerked her head up, "What happen to Archon and Aith? Where are R'gent and M'ral?" Her suddenly query jerked everyone back to the present.

They found that the green got away from the crash with minor damage. Only her wing was wounded badly, with a tree stick through it. Lylith had a few minor cuts but nothing serious. Archon was the last to be checked on. Norah stopped short. "You ok Norah?"

She looked to the weyrwoman and sighed, "He was badly wounded in the fight. So I don't know how this crash is going to affect him." Lessa nodded encouragingly. Then together they all walked towards the still unmoving form that had ichors spilling from many wounds that resulted from the crash.

"I don't see the wound he suffered from the fight…" F'Lar frowned.

Norah stepped forward and ran a hand across bare hide, "He's laying on it… We have to get him to a healer. I'm not sure how bad of a wound he truly suffered." Stepping around the large wing she headed to the neck and found R'gent laying a few feet away from his dragon. Drawing him up onto her shoulder she turned to Lessa and F'lar, "Would you help us?" They nodded and she sighed in relief.

It took a few hours but Lylith was able to flip Archon into a more manageable position and lift him. Aith could barely lift her self but they were able to remove the tree from her wing. When Norah was mounted on Lylith with an unconscious R'gent draped in front of her and Archon in her dragon's embrace she signaled to F'lar that she was ready. He gave the age old single that carried on to even her time and all the dragons lifted into the air. Then as one they transferred between to Benden wyer.

OK, that sounded lame... to me at least. Reviews are greatly apreciated. Some day I might make some back stories for the war and other things, untill then I need to find a way to get my hands on the dragon Riders of Pern series again xD