It's not a rock, all right? We all know it's not a rock, fantasy authors.

[stockingfeats]

You and your thread partner have found a dragon egg!

1. Unexpected treasure: You knew there was something in this box, but not that it was this...
   
2. Put that thing back or so help me! This is not what you signed up for. You would desperately like to get out of this game of very hot potato.
   
3. Hide it! Nefarious people are after the egg and you need to keep it from them.
   
4. Jackpot! You are nefarious people. This is great.
   
5. Sacred trust: You've been charged with this by someone or something.
   
6. Wildcard!
   

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Darth Maul | Star Wars

[survivalthroughhate]

[...........You know, when the ancient Sith texts said he'd find a source of "unlimited power" on a distant planet, he though it'd be a powerful relic or a spell book or something other than a very large egg which has hatched a very small dragon that possesses a shockingly appropriate color scheme when it comes to matching his new adoptive father. The damn thing has now imprinted on him and keeps following him around.

He keeps planning to just abandon the little thing eventually but.....well, he's still trying to find the right moment to make the adorable creature sad.]

[4, not rolled, just the most fitting!]

[buson]

[Hey, that's a mighty fine and uniquely coloured dragon you got there... how about if he just. Snapped it up with the metallic claw of a chicken-walker and tried to pull it away.]

You won't have to make it sad if someone else does the job for you!]

[survivalthroughhate]

[Well, easy come, easy go. Maul was prepared to just shrug let the little dragon get carried off, but then he let out the most pitiful shriek of terror and sadness at being separated from his "father." Maul liked to think he was a heartsless bastard but he often cared far more than he let on. This was one of those times.

Looked like it was time to rescue a baby dragon!]

Hey! That's mine!

[He reached out a hand and called upon the Force, dragging the chicken-walker back towards him.]

[buson]

Should'a kept your eyes on it! [Buson's taunting laughter was cut very short as he realized his walker's being dragged. He tried to redirect it, but the legs couldn't resist and just scraped the ground or clawed at the air, unable to resist being pulled back by Maul.]

... the hell?

[From the cockpit, Buson turned to look back, baffled.]

Alright, if it's a fight you want...

[He tried to send the other, free mechanical arm (the one not presently holding the baby dragon!), not to grab anything, but in a simple attempt to swipe at Maul, hoping to bowl him over, unless Maul simply redirects the other arm, too.
He's not sure how he's controlling his chicken walker (what is he, magnetized? Psychic?), but if the whole mecha's out of commission, he might have to make a run for it and rely on his Pokemon.]

[survivalthroughhate]

[Maul was definitely sporting for a fight now. No one took what belonged to him No one! He kept dragging the chicken walker back towards him, the dragon alternately shrieking as if he was pleading for Maul to rescue him and gnawing on the chicken walker arm with his tiny sharp teeth as if trying to bite right through the metal.

Maul had nearly dragged the entire contraption back over to him when he got bowled over by the other arm, too focused to see it coming with how his attention was on using the Force. When he got up, his temper was raging. Now he was mad. He pulled out his lightsaber, lit both ends, and leapt up high with the intent of slicing right through the chicken walker’s legs when he brought it down.]