“Vivian,” Uther said into his communication unite. “I am Uther, son of Constantine IV, my father died on the journey here. I must ask you, who is your allegiance to?”
After a pause, she replied, “With the head of this great steal dragon that I have just saved. If you are Constantine’s son, you are our ruler and this city I have built for you.”
“I am the head of this dragon,” Uther sighed. “Thank you, Vivian. Please aid us in our descent and speak to Merlin. He is our D.R.U.I.D on bored and can explain everything.”
“He already has,” Vivian said. They could hear a small smile on her face. “As has my sister Mab. I am with you, Pendragon.”
Uther visibly relaxed. “Take us down,” he said.
The ship lowered down onto firm land and the crew prepared to disembark. Igrain kissed Galois fiercely on the mouth and sighed, hugging him tightly. She had been holding up all the tension since they had entered the atmosphere.
“You did well, my love. Only you could have saved us.” She closed her eyes to thank her gods she and her family were safe. Next to her, Morgause kissed Lot in a similar fashion and he wrapped her up in his arms. They began to laugh and smile, recounting the dangerous journey that had just moments ago made them all fear for their lives. Uther watched from a distance.
“I have made arrangements for Constans’s death ceremony,” Merlin said softly behind Uther. “Vivian has everything in your city managed. Your people are welcome to begin moving in. Do not worry about that. The D.R.U.I.Ds and the crew will get most things settled.”
Uther could sense Merlin trying to comfort him as he watched the family jealously. “Thank you, Merlin. Could you tell me about that mecha Vivian was piloting?”
Merlin nodded and followed Uther from the bridge and out of the ship. Camelot’s air tasted clean and pure and they no longer needed the masks to breathe carefully. The planet was perfect and untouched by man, the purple mountains dark and vibrant under the strange sun. A perfect place to start over. The D.R.U.I.D and Uther executed the last part of the colonizing plan with the remains of the ship. It was built to transform into a metal fortress once the codes were punched in and verified by someone of Constantine’s blood. Uther called Galois over to give him instructions.
“I cannot thank you enough, my friend,” Uther said as he opened the vault-like doors on the outside of the ship where he began to activate the colonial program. “I must confess, I was embarrassed over my fear back there. We would not be alive if you had not stepped in like you did. I owe you my life and the life of Camelot.”
“Ah,” Galois shrugged it off. “You’re under a lot of stress right now. This wasn’t supposed to be your job, you know?”
Uther understood. He pressed his hand to the scanner and the ship acknowledged his DNA. The locks and hinges on the outside of the ship clicked and hissed as they released. In a fantastic motion almost like a dance, the ship transformed itself joint by joint into a magnificent palace-like structure. Androids nearby, with Vivian in the lead in her giant mecha, came and immediately went to work finishing the task of building the structure.
Like a great dragon unfurling its wings, the palace rose up slowly. The D.R.U.I.Ds were ready for them and, using their machinery, added to the walls and brought out storage crates the size of small houses to finish. In the distance, Uther could see the empty city, prepared for his people long before their arrival. The first of many, no doubt. His people could live where they pleased. Supplies awaited them.
“All of this,” Uther motioned with a great sweep of his hand. “From this palace to the river there in the distance is yours for your courage and bravery in the face of danger, Galois. As a gift from your planetary king.”
Galois’s jaw dropped as he grinned at the mass of land he had just been given. “Whoa, really? Even the castle?”
Uther smirked and laughed. “Of course, you need somewhere to raise your family. You’re a lord now. Of this new planet. It’s ours. Our new home. We’ll make it work.”
They gazed out at the planet before them now. It was luck they had landed so hectically on a day so beautiful. In the distance were tall, purple mountains just waiting to be explored. Creatures they had never seen lived in the tall trees with blue leaves and thousands of terabytes worth of data waited in the new hall of records Uther had not even set foot in yet. The knowledge of the D.R.U.I.Ds lay in wait for him.
“It is as though the weather is welcoming you, my lord,” Merlin smiled. “It is celebrating its new king.”
Uther beamed, his courage slowly returning. He had a planet to settle, after all. “What will you call your land, Galois?” he asked.
“After myself, of course,” he joked. “This will be Castle Tintagel and the kingdom of Tintagel. No need to be shy about it.”
“Very imaginative,” Uther laughed in agreement. “Just like the big brute you are.”
The next few days and nights passed in starry beauty on Camelot before Uther had even realized so much had passed. The androids finished their work on Tintagel in a matter of days and soon every person on the ship had awakened and was embellishing settlements from the supplies of Tintagel. For years, the D.R.U.I.Ds on Camelot had worked to create the perfect cities for the people who were expected. As the immigrants moved in, the D.R.U.I.Ds were slowly pushed to the outer rims of the civilization to their own small cities. On a hill, far from Tintagel and Uther’s lands, a great arrangement of silver towers in a circle formation jutted up to the clouds. Uther recognized the pattern
