It was clear early on that the 'weakened' borders between worlds had an impact that was far-reaching. It wasn't just at the Grid that dragons started appearing. On worlds where contact had been minimal or nonexistent, rumors had spread of dragons arriving. Rumors, facts, and Alabaster might have had something to do with it too, as many of those new dragon sites had a central theme: a white-haired business executive and his raven-haired bodyguard/lover making waves in the aether. Were they there to begin with? No one knew. But now, Vocorr had something to worry about on a large scale. The Federation could not expand onto those low-contact worlds until they knew what was up with these things... Dragons. And not just the star-kind, whose eggs, bodies, and even life forces were used in many illegal activities.

Galactirock traveled far and wide, and it seemed that the excitement over the dragons was spreading even faster than light. It was one of the Solos, Cathy, who sent off her dragon to fetch someone else... Her dragon brought a sibling over to Galactirock when they were holed up in a backwater planet's even more backwater processing plant trying to locate parts for their ship. Somehow, she knew they were in distress. Kssht knew, Kssht wanted to help. After all it was this group of musicians and outlaws who brought her very own bond-friend offworld! It was the least she could do!

So the orange, warmly glowing fires of Khanhalla Chxalli were a welcome sight to the crew.

They actually gathered around the dragon, for warmth. But more, they gathered because he would be able to travel to a better location and pick them up the parts they needed. Morrel and Sideshow went out with the dragon, funneling into the weird Wyrmhole on his broad, warm back. They arrived to a junkyard of sorts, found what they were looking for, and headed back as soon as possible. They were never sure who was watching them, and if anyone had seen the dragon arrive, they'd surely be watched anyway.

Who wouldn't want to watch him, after all?