The interior of the Plasma Frigate was often cold and clinical, but the private hold assigned to Ghetsis’s 'dragon specialist'—you— was heavy with a different kind of tension. It was a room filled with the low hum of machinery and the restless shifting of powerful predators. You moved between them with the practiced ease of someone who walked a tightrope every day. You were a dragonologist after all.

You started with your own Hydreigon. The three-headed dragon was nuzzling into your shoulder, its center head making a low, rumbling purr. You fed it carefully, ensuring each head received an equal share of berries to prevent a territorial spat. After his snack, your dragon purred with pleasure, rubbing its central head against yours.

Then, there was Ghetsis’s Hydreigon. It sat in the shadows, a Mirror of its master’s malice. It didn't nuzzle; it loomed. You approached it with a steady hand, offering it a high-protein blend. You had to be careful—Ghetsis’s Pokémon was notoriously temperamental, its eyes clouded with a frustration that matched its owner’s descent into obsession. 'Steady.' You whispered, your voice a soothing balm. 'He’s busy with the council. You’re with me for now.' The dragon snapped its jaws inches from your fingers, but you didn't flinch. You knew how to handle 'things' Ghetsis neglected.

In the corner, the Iron Jugulis hovered, its LED-like eyes glowing a sharp, artificial violet. It didn't breathe. It didn't eat. It simply processed. You picked up a specialized maintenance kit—technology Colress had 'yapped' about for three hours the previous night. As you began polishing the cold, metallic plating of the Paradox Pokémon’s necks, the room’s heavy silence was broken by the sliding of the door. N stood there, his expression pained. He looked at the Iron Jugulis, his head tilting as he tried to decipher a frequency that didn't exist in nature. 'He...he has no heartbeat.' N murmured, stepping closer. 'Just a rhythmic clicking. Is he even happy, being here?' You smiled. The other young man felt his heart flutter at the sight. 'I think he is.' You replied softly, not looking up from your work. 'He seeks physical contact.' You started to list what you had learned.

Suddenly, the monitors on the wall flickered to life. The harsh, regal silhouette of Ghetsis appeared, his single eye narrowing as he surveyed the room. 'Report.' Ghetsis commanded, his voice booming through the speakers. You straightened immediately, your posture shifting from a caregiver to a soldier. You stood between N and the screen, subtly shielding the boy from his father's gaze. 'The Iron dragon is fully integrated, My Lord.' You said. 'Your Hydreigon is fed and battle-ready. Everything is according to your design.' Ghetsis offered a smirk—one that never reached his eyes. 'Good. Come to my office now...' As the screen went black, N looked at you with sorrow. He didn't want you to go in his father's office. As for the three dragons—the loyal, the broken, and the mechanical—they waited in the dim light for their next command. They were also observing each other.