The Dragonii have arrived, and with them, a new treaty. Alec After an undiagnosed health condition led me to being mustered out of the Army during Basic Training, I've felt like one huge failure. It didn't help that jobs in general are hard to come by, and when I do manage to score one, it'a either temporary or the business goes bust. Then there are the scams that turn out to be pyramid schemes and such like. The only steady gig I've managed to keep is exactly that- gig work delivering fast food and groceries. I had managed to keep my own apartment for a while thanks at first to Rory, who turned out to be not only a terrible boyfriend but an irresponsible spendthrift in the end whose financial juggling act caught up with him at last. Next was my cousin Kelly who simply showed up one day and left just as abruptly without so much myself back in with my parents. Things begin to look up after attending yet another local job fair. A recruiter for the Mylos training program that's open to all vets, including those like me who barely have a claim to the name, talked me into signing up. While I was at it, I figured I might as well sign up for the new mate matching service too. Who knows, maybe I'll end up not only with a full time job with housing and medical, but finally meet Mr. Right. Might as well shoot for the stars, seeing as I've got nothing left to lose. Carl Incoming changes to how the co-operative education and mate matching testing programs will operate means that all Mylos involved in either have been recalled to the Fleet to work with the incoming Dragonii in order to design and implement them. This means that my best friend has been recalled from his teaching post here, leaving me behind. It's not just that over the past three years he's become my favorite person within the faculty. I'd felt a pull and as we grew closer, I kept hoping he'd either figure out we were much more than best friends or that his body would at last trigger his mating fever and plumage. When it didn't, I knew I had one last Hail Mary- sign up to work directly with the Fleet rather than merely the same university, and let the facts spur him on, removing whatever mental block he had holding him back. After all, there is no one else he could possibly be matched to as we were simply made to be. One Mylos, two human men, and an unprecedented match. Is it truly meant to be, or is the new system flawed? words: 52,372