Once his eyes were back in place and Mojo was free to look around, he padded among the many avenues of the "Nexus" with lazy interest. Flipping his tail in time to spontaneously invented jazz beats that he hummed as he explored, he eventually discovered a place so full of magic and technology that it was just way too cool! "Star City"? Rad, man.

The Hand followed him as he read up on the place that had captured his attention, and scrolled the Screen for him has he investigated some hip little dragon pups. They were so small and furry they were worthy of being Oddballz themselves! The Modvark decided, right then and there, that if he was saying "Later, man," to his Playpen and Desktop, he'd say "Yo, dudes!" to Star City!

The Hand gave him a farewell scratch behind his ears, and then opened up another Window and started typing. It hadn't gotten far when Mojo was suddenly no longer on the Desktop, but was in a small, comfy room.

"Woah!" said the Modvark, eyes wide and a "!" Emot-Icon appearing briefly over his head.

He sniffed around curiously, pawing at the carpet and looking up at furniture that was absolutely monstrous in comparison to his small size. Knowledge came to him as he stuck his long nose into every corner--that was a "chair" and that was a "light switch" and that was a "holo-comp desk"--but left one detail blank: where were the dragons, and why was he not meeting them?

Mojo had just discovered there was no way out of the room when part of one of the walls swung inwards, and the Modvark jumped in surprise, his hair standing on end. Door! exclaimed the insta-knowledge in his head, as a very tall and very red thing walked in.

"Yow!" he yelped.

The thing jumped, too, exclaiming "ASDKJ!!!" and nearly falling backwards over its long, spiky tail. It stared back at him--or at least he had to assume it was staring. It had no eyes!

A long moment dragged with the two of them simply staring at each other. The loud, chaotic sounds of many people came from whatever room or rooms was beyond the doorway the thing had just opened.

Finally his thoughts cheered, Phoenix!

At the same time, the thing (xenomorph!) gave its (her!) head a shake and cried out, "Mojo! There you are!"

"Mojo? What's a Mojo?" asked another red thing, identical to Phoenix in color if not shape, sneaking in under her legs. Though small enough to do this, it was still three times Mojo's own size. Now the Modvark had two faces to stare up at! At least this new one had eyes….

"That's Mojo, duh. Sheesh, Ashkenaz, have you forgotten already?"

"How can I forget something I've never seen before?" blinked the new thing. (Wris'Talora!)

"Of course you've seen him before. He got here yesterday, remember? Mojo Modvark, newest ambassador for the Ranch of DOOM! Wants to sponsor dragons, but needs help because he's so small. In exchange for our aid, he's going to stay and work with us for a few years!"

Mojo blinked in surprise again. Cool! He had a back-story!

Ashkenaz looked up at Phoenix doubtfully. "Are you...sure about that? I swear I've never seen him before." The Wris'Talora looked back down at Mojo, narrowing his eyes suspiciously.

"SCREE!" added another xenomorph, this one a brown, crawling in along the ceiling. Mojo looked up just in time to bolt backwards under Phoenix's desk, as a not-exactly-small rock bounced off the carpet where he'd just been standing.

"Yo, dudes, chill!" Mojo yelped.

"Brickyss! Bad Brickyss!" yelled Phoenix, and the other xeno chittered back at her as she dropped to her exoskeletal knees and peered under the desk at him. "Sorry, Mojo, I don't know what's gotten into them, but...you ready to go up to the Ministry?"

Ministry? Oh yeah! He had to be approved by that cat-lady, Siche Four! "I'm always ready, baby," he grinned smoothly, putting on his sunglasses.

"Where the heck did those come from?" yelped Ashkenaz, as Mojo's shades appeared out of nowhere.

"I never get tired of that trick," Phoenix cackled. "Well, come on!"

A few hours and one interview later, Mojo was finally in Star City itself--the Ranch of DOOM, where he had appeared, was on the planet below the station--and strolling into the hatching bay where the dragon pups he'd seen earlier were being housed.

Bedlam erupted as soon as he appeared. Or rather, the bedlam got worse, as the kits--twenty hyperactive little balls of fluff--had already been romping about.

::Here comes another one!:: exclaimed a pup. They all looked over from wherever they were scattered about the bay, under the watchful eyes of their creamy white mother, Pola-deni.

"Hello!" she called. "Are you Mojo?"

"That's me, duchess," grinned the Modvark, tipping his shades at her. "Mojo Modvark!"

The dragoness smirked back at him. "Siche called ahead that you were coming."

That was all she had time to say before Mojo was enveloped by the pups that had decided he was worth investigating. The little dragons were not nearly as small up close as they were at a distance--Mojo was practically the same size as they were!

"Hey there little cats, what's goin' down?" he asked, turning his grin on them.

There were four of them: two reds, a black, and a white, and only one of them a female. ::You're a sponsor?:: asked the white, eyes wide. ::But you're as small as we are!::

"Relax, daddy-o, I've got it covered. I've got me an ace little pad and a bunch of hip swingers to help me out...it's cool, man, cool."

::You talk funny,:: snickered the white.

::Aw'sawru, be nice!:: chided the female, who was one of the reds. She gave Mojo a smile. ::Ignore him. Aw'sawru might be smart, but he forgets how to be polite sometimes.::

"No problem, he's groovy. What's your name, pigeon?"

::I'm Notagana!:: she smiled. ::And these are my brothers, Nocturn and Ccistus,:: she added, indicating first the black pup and then the other red, who both grinned.

"Nutty to meet ya, kiddos. Name's Mojo Modvark, gimme some skin!"

Mojo held out a forepaw, and the pups blinked at him in a moment of confusion. Then the red male, Ccistus, figured out what Mojo was asking and slapped his own paw across the Modvark's. ::Groovy!:: he grinned.

"Yeah, man, that's how you do it!" Mojo grinned back, and put away his glasses.

The pups all gave starts of surprise. ::Wh...where'd your shades go?:: Aw'sawru asked, looking around as if he thought they had simply fallen off.

"I just got tired of wearing them, chickadee," Mojo chuckled.

::Woah. Well, hey, watch what I can do!:: Nocturn demanded cheerfully.

Mojo turned his head obediently, and the little black frowned with intense concentration. A little fireball appeared in the air before him and hovered there for a few moments, then disappeared as the pup breathed out a rush of air.

"Killer-diller, little dude!" Mojo grinned, and the black stuck his chest out proudly. Then the Modvark added: "Tell me what you think of this, little gate."

Mojo closed his eyes for a moment of focus of his own, and then opened them slowly. A little rainbow spread in the air over his head, and the pups stared in admiration.

::Awesome!:: Nocturn exclaimed.

::What else can you do?:: asked Notagana, eagerly.

The Modvark smiled broadly. "Just sit back and watch, little cats."