Citadel Colony, Laboratories - Queen's Shield.
Five Months Later.
In space, near Zaradar XIV's high orbit. One of the space colonies, the same ones that took the first set of civilians into Azeroth back in 2090 belonging to UK had been ravaged by the planet's superweapons from afar. It left no one alive, left to drift alone in space or crash into the planet, which was 40 times larger than Jupiter. The colony had been destroyed since 2120.
But a team had to go searching for any survivors, this op was going on for the effort to send the 400'th US Galactic Fleet to land on the planet. So far, no hostiles had been found, but the Draenei had installed several mechs into the interior to prevent any teams from getting to anything valuable.
John was back, wearing the same armor of the Bronze Dragonflight. He's been sent with SEAL Team Echo to interrogate an Exodarus General. He's within his warship at the interior of the colony. Then when they were done with that target. They will head into the great moon of Zaradar XIV, which is a orbital superweapon itself. If that's captured, the other weapons will be taking fire from above and they'll have an advantage when they come in.
It was him, Lei, an orc that wasn't wearing the MCRS, and an human. There was a ship cloaked near the station. Only hope of ever getting to the planet is through the moon.
"What the shit is that?" A lizard-type creature was in a container, wearing power armor that shouldn't be existing within a normal timeline. Helmet looks frightening, his cloak was red with the golden hawk. All the armor pieces were colored silver with orange lights all over it and held together by floating gravity. There's his tail, colored green.
"Can't tell, but you wouldn't open it if I was you." John replied.
(Automatic Lock system released. Subject is awake)
(Releasing Subject's power limiters)
"Uhh... I didn't touch it." The man replied.
"No bullshit. Did you..." Lei looked towards the knight that woke up.
"What is this... An descendant of Nozdormu. Foolish intent to use his armor... Ugh, how long was it." The lizard tries to make out a few words. He sounds old, saying that he isn't trusting Nozdormu, the timewalker of the Bronze Dragonflight.
"What? Why him? Don't you know what he is?" Nozdormu spoke through his mind. He'd knew what he was.
"Dunno. He looks like you." John's mind replied.
"Wha... I just told you, it's C'Kaar, or Obsidian Prime, commander of the his Dragonflight." Nozdormu gave the full information.
"Oh, I just found it because I forgot about him months ago." John's mind spoke, then interrupted by Prime Commander.
"Good day, my son." Prime greeted Nozdormu. Wait, his son?
"YOU'RE his father?" John was completely caught off-guard.
"Not only that. Alexstrasza, Malygos and Ysera are his sons and daughters to the combined efforts of the Oblivion Dragonflight, the only guardians of countless worlds that can destroy the Burning Legion and those who can slay them."
"The five of us were the ones that can traverse the blight of the Legion and destroy their heart. But the Oblivion Dragonflight, didn't care all mortals on Azeroth would die so horribly, the only thing that cared for them is the safety of us and the destruction of the Legion."
"If things were different. You would had been a useless thing to them, and many other races would had been extinct. But we chose mercy before them, Prime didn't like it, we continued but he chose a path that he created the Duskborn Crusaders, the last remaining Oblivion knights that cross into existance to eliminate their enemies. The other times, they aided us along with others. We were children, he helped Ysera to create the Emerald Dream and Malygos to control anyone using magic."
"He runs a test to see if the mortals can either stay to their sanity, or fall prey to the Legion's grasp."
"Good boy. I'll just come by to see how my children are doing. John should be wary of my actions, but i'll help his team for now." Obsidian's mind spoke out, but then his body vanishes.
"You done? For some reason, we can pick up Obsidian Prime's conversation. You wouldn't be knowing where that suit come from or where is that dude going?" Lei replied.
"Dunno. Let's get back to work, we don't have all year." John exited the room.
Atheon: For the other times I've refused to speak out to readers. The Dragonflight's story may as well been an AU situation, but the original story should be intact. Wait, jinxed it. Now I gotta read the stories again because of me. Malygos is... Another strange thing to deal with, when I read the story, he'd may had died after the Lich King. If I find an actual event that he had lived, he stays, if he had died, this chapter is going to change up.
In Wyrmrest Temple in Northrend.
Just about at the crack of dawn. Prime appears at the top of the temple to see his four children, Alexstrasza, Malygos, Ysera and Nozdormu. All in dragon form except Prime.
"Welcome back. I hadn't even seen you since you were all teenagers. How about the mortals? The Kirin Tor had been treating you well?" Prime was glad to see them, well. Except Deathwing.
"Where is Neltharion?" Now he notices.
"I'm sorry, father. He'd went into..." Ysera had to break the bad news, he's gone. But it was for the best, he was Prime's friend.
"You're kidding me. The only dragon who knows my struggle is now gone? Now with you, who aids these mortals that endanger our lives." Prime lost his only friend that can relate to him, now left with his children, who thinks that mortals can change their fates.
"Ugh. I really hate how these mortals' agendas had affected our kind. What's so good about them?" Prime wasn't even glad one bit.
"Why should you be so high and mighty? We wanted to be with them to know of their future and how we needed them, and they needed us too." Alexstrasza tries to reason with a nearly four-hundred million year-old Oblivion Commander.
"All of us were created with the sole purpose of knowing one objective, eliminate the Legion, worry nothing else than us." Obsidian simply doesn't get them.
This was the most difficult decision for both the father and children, they've abandoned their original race to take on to protect those below them. But they had lost the means of fighting the corruption of the demons. So, the mortals had taken the advantage of making a legend by slaying dragons or controlling them for their deeds. Prime sought to warn his children, aid them rarely on the journey to use the abilities to pass a test.
A test that if the mortals can share Prime's common enemy, they will be spared. If not. The Earth and Azeroth will perish. Then, this will be a the largest waste of time that Prime had endured.