Doragon looked over the harsh, rocky landscape, and grinned. His silvery hair fluttered in the strong winds that constantly blew around the wastelands. He adjusted his jacket, making sure all of his equipment was in place and strapped down.
"You know this isn't going to work." Said his friend Roban. He cleaned of his glasses for the hundredth time. "After about seventeen designs, none of which work, you'd think someone would give up. But no, every week, you drag us here, so you can test your stupid hover skates, which we know will never ow!" He was cut short by his ten year old sister Alia whacking him in the arm.
Doragon shrugged. "I've tweaked the hell out of this design. The magnetic rings should be stable. it should work perfectly. All I have to worry about is sand, and that can be solved by sealing it, which I don't want to do because I don't want to have to take it off to tweak it every time."
"Didn't you say that about the last six designs?"
"Hey, shut up!" Once again, Alia's small fist collided with Roban's rather scrawny frame. "If you've got a better idea, say it already. Don't just sit here griping."
Doragon laughed, and pulled the goggles over his eyes. "Regardless," He said "I'm testing these things. I swear to you, these will work." He firmly planted his feet, and activated the magnetic cushion rings on either side of the boots he was wearing. They whirred to life, spinning rapidly. He felt lighter, and kicked off the ground, floating several feet until he stood back down. "Ha ha! It works! I told you it would!" He laughed, ecstatic. He kicked off of the ground, and flew.
He streaked inches off of the ground, the small jets at his heel keeping speed. The magnetic "wheels" had to be close to the ground, because they couldn't push off against this air. They were essentially hovercar wheels, only smaller and angled differently. And attached to feet.
Doragon flew across the landscape, excited beyond measure. "This must be what flying is like." He thought. He skidded over the wasteland, running up sheer rock faces and gliding over crevasses.
He trip was cut short when the boots sputtered, and turned off. His toe his a rock, and he fell face first into the ground. He sat up, and felt his newly angled nose. "ow..." He took out his com, and said into it "ow..."
"Well, that was predictable. Ow! Damnit Alia! Alright, lets see where you are..." Doragon looked over, and saw a dust cloud on the horizon. It got bigger, and he could see that the skimmer, an large flatbed vehicle designed for transporting artifacts (Generic term, most artifact hunters make their own), was at the center, obviously kicking up the dust in it's wake. It pulled up next to him, and settled onto the ground. "I told you."
Doragon lay on the bed of the skimmer, exhausted. "Whew, that was pleasant." He felt his nose again, and grimmaced. "Ah well, good thing your mom stocks on bandages." he said to Roban. "And, it does work. I just need to clean it out and put on the coverings. Than, it'll be good as" A huge falling star caught his eye "Woah! What was that?"
It was covered in blue flames, and hurled towards the earth, landing near the coast. While it made a huge splash, and a minor shockwave, it didn't do the same kind of explosion as a normal object. Whatever it was must have landed their purposely.
"Did you see that?" Doragon exclaimed.
"That huge falling star! It hit over in the sea, by the coast. It might have been a space station." Doragon snapped his fingers, grinning wildly. "I'll bet there's some kick ass tech in there. Lets head over their tomorrow."
"Eh, why not?" Roban said sleepily. The red sun was already mostly hidden by the mountains in the west. "I've always wanted to check out an Archangel space station."
Doragon grinned, and fell unconscious as the headed to Sanctuary, his home.