Disclaimer: I own nothing of Dragon Flyz, which is owned by Gaumont Pictures. Only the plot is mine and I make no money from this.
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Iranda stood inside the teleporter room, a contemplative look on her features.
She turned to the console, running her gloved fingers over the various buttons as she thought to herself.
All those years ago, when she'd first stepped through the portal in the pyramid, Iranda hadn't thought too far ahead about what would happen after that. As a result, she'd run straight into the unforeseen fact that she could not return to Old Earth, as the portal was one way only, at least on the Explorer's end.
But if someone could have activated the machines back in the pyramid, she could have gone home. Only she hadn't left much information besides her message to Aaron and after all these years, it was clear he either hadn't figured out about the portal or simply couldn't bring her back.
Yet that other dragonator, the one that had claimed to be her youngest son, he'd clearly been pulled back. Had Aaron finally figured out the machines? Had they found the portal? If so, why hadn't she been pulled back? Why had no one else gone through?
Likely something had happened on Old Earth, either the machines in the pyramid breaking or...or...something.
But that didn't matter now.
Iranda felt, for what seemed like the first time in years, a real smile come to her face. Once she'd informed the technicians and several others about the arrival and subsequent recall of that dragonator, the teleporter room had been swarmed and thoroughly examined.
From the data they'd been able to collect, Iranda had been told that there was a possibility that the teleporter room could be re-wired and reconstructed so as to allow teleportation going both ways. That meant she could finally return to Old Earth, to Airlandis and most importantly, to her family.
It would take months though, as they went through the various procedures and countless testing to ensure it was safe and actually worked, but Iranda was willing to wait.
She'd waited nearly eighteen years after all, so what was another year to that?