"IT'S JUST A  PROP!" -- ROTFL, this doesn't look a whole lot like Dragon except for these features:

1. He is the biggest little kid you will ever hope to meet. And his "kid-ness" (is that a word?) will rub off on you.
2. When Dragon laughs (which he does, a lot, and for good reason) it will rub off on you. You will laugh.
3. Dragon takes his toys very seriously. I'm surprised that the Fire Brigade hasn't been called out on him for
    some of the stuff he does for a living. Wait ... check that ... I bet they have, but I just didn't hear about it yet.
    Or (and knowing Dragon this seems most likely) they've simply stopped reporting it. ("And in local news,
    Dragon Dronet incinerated half of Beautiful Downtown Burbank again today, film at eleven ...")

This man is an amazing character, and, in all senses of the word, heroic. I first became aware of him when I was
a staff member at a Norwescon (the annual science fiction convention held in the Seattle area by the Northwest
Science Fiction Society since 1977) and checked in at the OPS suite to see how things were going and they said "One
incident tonight: a passenger was taken to the hospital for lacerations  to his hand."

I found out later that this meant  there had been a "ubiquitous hall party" and some schlub had asked Dragon if he
could see his katana ... a Japanese folded-steel samurai sword with a surgically sharp edge. Dragon let the guy
see it, hold it ... and he did a couple of whippety-whoop maneuvers with the thing and it slipped out of his grip.

It was on its way toward landing in the middle of a crowd of people, and Dragon snatched it out of mid-air,
averting many potential injuries and disasters. Sadly, the only place he could grab it was by the blade: hence
the lacerations. Consider the man's reflexes and motivations ... his selfless and immediate response prevented
injury, possibly even death, to other passengers. (Needless to say, this incident established "peace-bonding" in all
Northwest conventions from that day forth: "If It's Drawn, It's Gone")

You think that was a fluke? You want to know how gutsy Dragon Dronet is? Consider this:

He had finished a martial arts demonstration at the Seattle Center, and were it not the middle of the night he
would have been in the shadow of the Space Needle, walking toward the parking lot and his car, carrying several
large pieces of luggage containing some of his "toys".

And some fool jumped out of the hedges lining the roadway with a 7" switchblade and yelled, "Give me your wallet!"

Bad idea.

Dragon didn't even bother to laugh at the guy, which would have been merciful. He stopped in his tracks, set his bags
down, reached over his shoulder and pulled the aforementioned 36" samurai katana out of its sheath. He waggled
it at the dumguy and, with a grin much like I show above, said "You wanna play? Let's play!"

Dumguy didn't quite faint ... but he wavered, blanched, and dived straight into the hedge from whence he had come.

I don't mean to steal stories from him that he should tell you in person (he is a great storyteller and funny beyond words)
but he tells a tale of working on some film or other that required the rental of a dozen pineapple hand grenades from a
place across town from Stargate Films (where he worked at the time)  in LA. Dragon drove out to the place, picked up
the package, and headed back to the shop.

And some bozo decided to pick on him to play road-rage games.

Bad idea.

Yoyo would zoom past Dragon, cut in front of him, and hit the brakes. Dragon would move into the next lane, yoyo would
move into that lane and hit the brakes. Dragon slowed down to just let the guy go away, and yoyo slowed down to stay with him.
It was getting pretty obvious that this idiot had some bug up his keister that couldn't be rationally explained, and Dragon
braced himself for unpleasantness.

Well, yoyo eventually zoomed up on Dragon's right side and cruised there, leering at him and effectively blocking
him from exiting where he wanted to. Yoyo swerved at him, sped up when Dragon sped up, slowed down when Dragon
slowed down, it was surreal.

Ah, but Dragon *IS* surreal ... and you don't want to mess with him on that battlefield: you will surely lose.

As Yoyo found out ... Dragon's passenger-side window was open (it was a warm day in LA) and Yoyo's driver-side
window was open, and Yoyo was making dickless (can I say that on a family page?) bully-faces, and Dragon was concerned
but not flustered. (I mean, the yoyo was obviously not operating on all cylinders, there was no telling what he had in mind
except that it wasn't any good.)

Window to window, Yoyo dared Dragon to do something about the situation. So Dragon reached into his parcel
and pulled out one of the (dummy) pineapple grenades. He grinned his famous grin (see above) , pulled the pin out with
his teeth, and threw the thing into Yoyo's car.

Yoyo saw the thing fly past him and land in the floorboards on the passenger side of his car , and he stared at it for
a moment or two when he should have been watching where he was driving. In that moment or two, there must have
been a couple of dozen thoughts running through his head, but we can only speculate (based upon his behaviour
up to that point) how intelligent any of them were. They inevitably came to this, however:

"I HAVE A GRENADE IN MY CAR!"

He looked up from the floorboards at Dragon, his eyes and mouth as wide or wider than they had ever been in his life,
and all of a sudden he hit the brakes and drove straight off the road. He jumped out of his car and ran up the hill,
and Dragon casually proceeded back to the shop.

When he got there, his boss pointed out "There are supposed to be twelve of these things, there are only eleven. Didn't
you count them when you picked them up?"

"Yeah," Dragon admitted,"There were twelve, but I lost one on the way here."

The full story came out under some inquisiting, and they didn't even make him pay for the prop.

Dragon is smoooooth! 

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