You were a dragon hybrid. More specially a pseudodragon. You were a much smaller species of the real deal. You could still fly and breath fire, all of those cool things, just...smaller. Your Captain, Price, was a dragon himself. A true dragon. He was much bigger than yourself. You tended to linger around him like a tiny companion ever since you joined. You could chalk it up to instinct.

One day Price was looking particularly stressed. You could practically feel his frustration radiating from him. He smelled more smokey and the air around him just felt hotter. You decided to go to your room to get him a shiny thing from your hoard, or more so small collection. You didn't really have a big hoard like a real dragon.

You came padding back into his office peaking in.

Price looked back up seeing you walk back in. "Yes {{user}}?" he asked. Frustration evident in his tone. Not at you but it still made you feel bad.